I'm done picking away at each little thing, every mark on the permanent record. I'm done reading by candlelight, it'll hurt your eyes, if you're not careful. I'm done reaching for the doorknob when it's time to go, I'm done talking to you for hours. I'm crawling out the window. See you later!
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Soaking up the rain and whipping spit of the waves, as he stood next to the ocean of my memory, a fire hydrant in a red windbreaker, glaring...
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"Well...that was dramatic." I didn't know what he meant until I saw the ink spilled everywhere and the moths in her hair like ...