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late night thoughtsRepetitive thoughts. These words are drilled in my head like the tune of a catchy song. My endless pursuits are fruitless as I try and catch your eye. I stare out the window and picture you in my arms. I breath in deep. This sickly sweet air that fuels the dead heart in my chest. It's riddled with hundred's of memories of disappointing ends. The toxic touch of your fingers burn me to the point of no recognition. As I give in to the sin, the clouds clear and I can see the way to salvation. I must betray my trustworthy traitor and break free.late night thoughts
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"They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nothing, and kissed where everyone could see. No words. No before. No after. They kissed and it was perfect. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing."
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"They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nothing, and kissed where everyone could see. No words. No before. No after. They kissed and it was perfect. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing."
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"They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nothing, and kissed where everyone could see. No words. No before. No after. They kissed and it was perfect. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing."
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your boy
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"They were perfect, they were beautiful. They met in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of nothing, and kissed where everyone could see. No words. No before. No after. They kissed and it was perfect. It was beautiful. It was everything. It was nothing."
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