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lulie
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finished.
washed you off my computer
off my walls
out of my dresser
free, free, free
everywhere but here
everywhere but here.
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unhinged
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i should have washed the smell of him out of my sheets, but i kept it there as some sort of perverse punishment for being weak and stupid. and every night i layed down to bed, i buried my face in my pillow and took in a deep breath of fear and pain and hatred and betrayal and deceit knowing that it would never go away. the smell of clean sheets intoxicates me.
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lulie
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a think i'll be looking for new sheets.
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lilac_air
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I love the crisp smell
of clean sheets
sweet lilacs fill my sences
as if I am laying in
a spring feild of flowers
it is sweet heaven to dream in my sheets
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lulie
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I dream of sheets, lust for sheets, sheets fill my heart and soul and make me a whole woman, they right all wrongs, cure all ills, fights the "axis of evil". Well, maybe not.
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unhinged
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twisted
and this time (god...the fact that there is more than one time; it sickens me) i did the same. i punished myself for something everyone keeps telling me was not my fault. but it was you see. i trusted him and he hurt me.
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