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I don't know how to react anymore and I don't want to see or read or feel these words anymore. I'm back to: numb too far past cold to: feel too close to warm to: go back. I'm noticing pieces of me that are pieces of you, and pieces of him, all bundled together in little buckets and big buckets and zip-loc bags and old mint tin cans, see them spilling from your open spaces, and hear them ringing in all of mine. Mostly from the half of you that cares or the half of you the matters because of it: the deeply-colored-yet-rarely-touched, the wide-spread-and-beggingly-waiting. the almost-loving-but-definitely-can't. everything.
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 8:30 AM UTC
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I don't know how to react anymore and I don't want to see or read or feel these words anymore. I'm back to: numb too far past cold to: feel too close to warm to: go back. I'm noticing pieces of me that are pieces of you, and pieces of him, all bundled together in little buckets and big buckets and zip-loc bags and old mint tin cans, see them spilling from your open spaces, and hear them ringing in all of mine. Mostly from the half of you that cares or the half of you the matters because of it: the deeply-colored-yet-rarely-touched, the wide-spread-and-beggingly-waiting. the almost-loving-but-definitely-can't. everything.
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pen-lux
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Jan 10, 2011
Jan 10, 2011 at 8:30 AM UTC
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