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I wish I could hear it now.
He called me today, and I almost started to cry by how much I needed to
Hear a friend's voice. I wanted to talk to
Him longer.
To talk about what I did today, how I felt, and why. And why I woke up to a beautiful perfect fall morning and couldn't feel the satisfaction of it.
That I came home and all I wanted was baked Brie and a pumpkin ale but there was no one to go out with. So I tried to make pumpkin cookies, and substituted some of the ingredients so I'm not so sure that they are that awesome or maybe they are
Just too healthy.
But if I kept rambling I probably would have cried on the phone to him. And the last thing I need Or want is pity.
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That wasn't exactly what I wanted to say that night, I had all these words that disappeared when my captcha was misunderstood and then my keyboard wouldn't work.
So I wrote something on my phone, emailed it, then copy and pasted it from my desktop.
Everything is changing.
And I'm so afraid to move on, but too damn excited not to jump at the chance without the full realization of what that means.
Isn't that what led me to this point in the first place?
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falling_alone
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That wasn't exactly what I wanted to say that night, I had all these words that disappeared when my captcha was misunderstood and then my keyboard wouldn't work.
So I wrote something on my phone, emailed it, then copy and pasted it from my desktop.
Everything is changing.
And I'm so afraid to move on, but too damn excited not to jump at the chance without the full realization of what that means.
Isn't that what led me to this point in the first place?
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