writing
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And I walk up to you and see those eyes. A reddish tint that paints over white. You will smile and greet and for a brief second ill feel delight. For outside those hours when your eyes revert; the pale red vanishes. Your mood switches, now the gaze is subtitled with the word dissapointed. I…
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We’d stay up all night talking about the storage bins in our atticsAnd how each container molded the person we are nowAnd when I pulled down each at random how some were heavy and others lightHow each bared an impact How each carried something traumatic Some good some bad we all have these bins in…
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“This is so stupid I tell her.” She looks at me with squinting eyes and mimics me but with a slight change of pitch that suggests I sounded like a child. “Whats the the big deal its gonna work.” voilet says. I have 3 cans of this shaving cream stuff covering my face, now you…
