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ClairE
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his name doesn't sound silly anymore.
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011220
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Annie111
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saying his name after the word "my" is comforting.
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011220
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ClairE
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When you're in love with someone, you
always want to tell them happy
birthday.
They make you glad to be alive.
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011222
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Casey
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You can think of nothing else.
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011222
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Mahayana: Zakah: Sangha Jewels of Refuge
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...its hard to get out of
[so step lightly]
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011222
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unhinged
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the light you cast on me
reveals my
pallor
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011223
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Grievance
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in wan expressions your hands fall deadly to communicate, weeping fingertips.
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011223
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silentbob
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and you always say forever
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011224
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somebody
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it's just the way you make me feel
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020123
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optic discretion
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it's just the way you make me feel ...
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020123
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blue star
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No matter how many times he does stupid shit or screws with your head, it doesn't matter, it's not him, it's the rest of the world.
You could be in love with the most embarassing guy in the world and you wouldn't know it, because that's what being in love is. It's emotional devotion without the involvement of logic or reason.
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020123
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ClairE
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you've got a lot of explaining to do.
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020124
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sad girl
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or when you think youre in love, your mind is clouded and you cant think clearly. all u can think about is that person and all the fluffy lovey cutesie nice snuggly-wuggly things that have to do with this person.
impossible to think in such a state.
avoid at all costs.
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020124
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Annie111
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you feel fucking fantastic
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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020124
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Arwyn
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nothing else matters...
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020125
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carolyn duncan
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the sky goes inside out
and the stars shine
from the bottom of the sea
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020125
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silentbob
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its always this fresh stomach pain feeling, like right when its done raining. its so refreshing and disgusting and you just want to fucking sing.
theres something sick about unrequited love in the spring. I hope i get it. I hope i get that sick feeling of being in love with someone in the spring, whether or not they love me back. just to feel that again, is almost worth the rejection.
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indie.chickadee
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nothing else matters. you could be on the verge of tears and for him to give you that comforting, I-feel-your-pain look makes everything alright. you could have had an all-around horrible day but to have him there for you makes everything alright.
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020509
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coolz
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Butterflies in our stomach make us cry when they're gone.
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020909
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angie
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Everything is good.
I smile for no reason...except for one.
"I think I am falling in love with you."
"Me too, I think I am already there."
The most beautiful words ever spoken on the most beautiful night of my life.
I am ready.
I love him.
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020911
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*nat*
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Everyone else can go to hell and rot for all I care, as long I have my love and an acceptable setting in which to love him i really dont give a damn
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020912
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~gez~
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there is no better feeling says i. school can try and bring me down, it does quite succsessfully. people who i could name can piss me off as much as they possibly can, though they don't mean to. and i won't name them either, its cruel
but everything that is done to me, pales in comparison to the amount of love i get from you, and greater still does it summount to less than i try and return to her
are we too young? is it too quick?
still thinking of proposing tomorrow
..what an interesting outcome that will have
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020912
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Syrope
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its like the feeling you get when you've laughed too hard too long with someone and you're in pain but you don't care because it's such a beautiful, beautiful pain...and each of you keeps laughing because the other person's laughing is so funny, and so together you escalate into a place where there is no pain.
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020913
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girl_jane
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You don't question your thoughts about him...I have yet to be in love.
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020913
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curious toys
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you wake up after a dream about him....and then you look down and realize you have no pants on
(heh)
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020914
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ClairE
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You forget what it's like to be alone.
oh_to_be_in_love
and never get out again
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031005
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phil
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you eat out more.
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031006
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distopiangirl
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warmth, strange acceptance? sweetness and light. no angst, no withholding.
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040120
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x
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you might as well stab yourself in the eye
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040120
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brain stew
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you hum frank sinatra under your breath
you skip in the hall and don't care whether anyone is looking or not
you glow for them. the day is black until they round the corner
you never want to leave
you wear their favourite colour
you put their last name after your first one, just to see how it looks
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040121
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stork daddy
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it's already too late
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040121
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karl the weed
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youre always late, no matter how hard you try to keep track of time
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040121
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silentbob
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ouch
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040121
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sanguineous
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one isn't much without the other.
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050823
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Chris aka Christ without the cross
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It hurts when things change even if its you who wants to let it go. It hurts to see the colors fade and the candle struggling to keep its flame when all the wax has melted. It hurts to see her face, to see a smile she gives that you used to give her all the time, but things are different now. The romance has ended. You are n ot together. YOu want to scream and rip the air between you and your love but no matter how much you try you can't scream loud enough, you can't cry long enough. You can't let go long enough to find joy out of life again. In fact, being in love made life more beautiful. It gave life a purpose. If only you could get it back and make it last. Make it last forever. Do something different. Love better. Then maybe the rusted metal would turn to gold. Maybe things could be sweet again. Things could be perfect.
I am such a pussy.
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060930
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Chris aka Christ without the cross
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I miss her so much. I miss her so much that i wake up most morning from nightmares of her. Even when the dream is beautiful it never seems to be comforting. it always feels like a sick joke. I wake up sometimes in rage. I wake up sometimes clinging to a person that is not there. Everything reminds me. Everything brings me back. Everything makes me want to curl up inside myself and cease to exist. I held nothing back. I opened my heart completely. i did this with faith. No, I do not curse God. I do not regret how free I was in her. Yes, it put me in vulnerable position. Yes, it was going to be a harder fall for me. But I would do it again. I would do it infinitely more to experience that which I know would only grow with love. THe truth is, she gave the posibility to stretch beyond my limits. She wasn't the greatest person all the time as far as actions go. In fact she was one of the most selfish people i have ever met. But i loved her. And I would love her all over again. I would love her every day. I would if I could. But opportunities are slowly dying off. We are slipping into friendship. Things have changed.
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060930
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Emptyness Alive
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nothing is the same again. you can see them. an inch seems like a mile. a minute becomes a day.
lost
alive
eyes
lips
life in a single word
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