May 2013
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It’s one of those days. I feel like I need to look sexy, or well sculpted for people to like me.
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Whispers
I can’t remember. I can only hear nothing but whispers; an inkling of how I feel about us. Not one word, nor the sound of your voice. All lost, and forgotten. The feeling remains, and I’m wishing it away.
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