February 2010
15 posts
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It’s not you it’s your mother.
January 2010
24 posts
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Let’s go make dry storage wet.
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I put a call into a confidant that’s lost all faith in me.
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I should have known she still loved me when she showed me her ring. Lisa called me from a number I hadn’t seen in three years. She wanted to tell me something and she had to tell me in person. She drove to my house and called my parents mom and dad. We sat in my room, in the same spot we first kissed and she told me she was getting married. She looked me up and down and didn’t find any...
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Dearest Jennifer, I don’t know if you are still hiding from the world- though me wondering it seems to be confirmation enough. I’m writing you not expecting a reply. It’d be hypocritical of me since I often prefer to be disconnected from the world. Whatever is keeping you down is your own. You don’t have to share it with anyone. When your ready to make your return to life...
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We’re just parasites to the miserable.
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I started reading in the bath to feel closer to you.
I wrote about you yesterday and showed no one.
That doesn’t give you the right to push yourself back into my life with a text.
Go away.
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I can feel you thinking about me.
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She wanted to be the reason he was depressed.
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She told me she wanted me to choke her like she owed me money- which she did.
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I thought she had morning sickness but she was just bulimic.
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She looked like a girl I could forget to call.
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She put her only foot forward.
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He drank like a writer and wrote like a drinker.
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He was a cool guy to hang out with but a total douchebag on Facebook.
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I loved her like a sister in Alabama.
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I kissed her body like it was still alive.
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She wore pants so tight that it made guys pants stretch.
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I slashed her throat like tires.
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He was the type of guy that didn’t keep his eyes on the wall at a urinal.
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She thought she had me wrapped around her fingers but she was wrapped around my penis.
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She gave me her number and a list of things she liked to be spanked with.
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I like that you look at me like something you need.
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I feel lagged. Like I’m walking behind myself knocking into me regularly.