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I see he's okay now, and I have you to thank for that. I noticed the day he started talking to you He closed the window to her blog and stopped scanning for the synonyms of his self hate within her self hate He started waking up and and trying to take me with him Out of bed Sunshine does me good. I'm sorry to say I still haven't woken up. You make him squirm very very late at night His 6th and 7th most visited pages are your Tumblr followed by his tag I am being left behind No That isn't the right word My chain is getting longer and I'm starting to see rust And my throat is sore And when I try to hold him at night he just Thinks of you And suddenly we're both not 16 anymore We're not the sum or the byproduct At least He isn't But it's nice to imagine that maybe I wasn't what took his childhood It's nice to see he doesn't hold a grudge It's nice to see you looking back when he's forced to inspect me again You seem good I think he thinks you're even better I wouldn't know He hasn't talked to me in two months
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Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
A letter from the Piece He Left Behind With Her to You
I see he's okay now, and I have you to thank for that. I noticed the day he started talking to you He closed the window to her blog and stopped scanning for the synonyms of his self hate within her self hate He started waking up and and trying to take me with him Out of bed Sunshine does me good. I'm sorry to say I still haven't woken up. You make him squirm very very late at night His 6th and 7th most visited pages are your Tumblr followed by his tag I am being left behind No That isn't the right word My chain is getting longer and I'm starting to see rust And my throat is sore And when I try to hold him at night he just Thinks of you And suddenly we're both not 16 anymore We're not the sum or the byproduct At least He isn't But it's nice to imagine that maybe I wasn't what took his childhood It's nice to see he doesn't hold a grudge It's nice to see you looking back when he's forced to inspect me again You seem good I think he thinks you're even better I wouldn't know He hasn't talked to me in two months
Plainwalking
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Plainwalking
Richmond, Virginia
Dec 10, 2014
Dec 10, 2014 at 4:12 AM UTC
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