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| anne-girl |
i don't love or anything of the sort you anymore, i really don't - it's just vestiges of an old crush, remembered late at night and I know you never did care for me, not that way... but I think you're (insert warm fuzzy feeling here) late at night half-asleep lying on your couch while I sit on your floor meditatively, doing nothing much... listening to konstantine, your dad dozes, snores in the background, in the living room and it's so, so quiet as you close the door behind me, mutter bye - the occasional car rushing by as i pedal sleepily back home - no buses anymore, all the lights off - i tiptoe back into my house, tell my mom i'm home (being a mother, she's always wide awake by the time i get to her door), stop by to talk to her for an hour, then she gets up, and I go to sleep smiles |
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