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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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It’s 3 am. I’m sitting in my bed. The same bed where I shared many nights with you, the same bed where i kissed you and said i loved you for the first time. My hair is a mess. I have yesterday’s makeup smeared on my face and dark circles underneath my eyes from several nights of doing the same exact thing. Crying until the baby pink sunrise appears outside of my window. I’m replaying every word you said to me, every kiss we shared, every adventure we went on. I ask myself how you could let all of those things go, but i stop myself because i know you never cared about me as much as a cared about you. You were my entire universe, yet somehow, to you, i was only a tiny portion of the world.

no ones cares about you quite like i do//

an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #27

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I looked up at the sky and traced the constellations with my finger tips, studying them closely. You laid beside me, singing your favorite song softly while twirling my hair between your fingers. I asked you a million questions that night, most of them being unimportant. But when i asked you what your biggest fear was, you hesitated and stopped twirling my hair between your fingers. You then began to tell me that your biggest fear was losing me. But after that night, you realized that losing me was not your biggest fear. In fact, it didn’t scare you at all. I then realized that you lied to me, and my biggest fear was being lied to

an excerpt from a book ill never write #8 

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I looked up at the sky and traced the constellations with my finger tips, studying them closely. You laid beside me, singing your favorite song softly while twirling my hair between your fingers. I asked you a million questions that night, most of them being unimportant. But when i asked you what your biggest fear was, you hesitated and stopped twirling my hair between your fingers. You then began to tell me that your biggest fear was losing me. But after that night, you realized that losing me was not your biggest fear. In fact, it didn’t scare you at all. I then realized that you lied to me, and my biggest fear was being lied to

an excerpt from a book ill never write #8 

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I can tell that we’re always going to be a little hurt, sometimes I just wish that we won’t be.

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Do you wanna know how i knew you were the one?” i sat in the corner of our bedroom in our tiny apartment. the one we had just bought, furnished with things from our childhood homes and things we picked up from yard sales. “how?” the boy with clear pacific blue eyes and messy brown hair said to me, sighing after the word melted off of his lips. Tonight was one of the nights where we argued. We didn’t argue because we hated each other. We didn’t argue to the point that we would end it all, all two and a half years. We argued because neither of us believed that we could love each other enough. “I knew you were the one when you stayed with me. No matter how many times i came home crying because of the stupidest shit. You stayed when i questioned you wanting to be with me. You stayed with me when i didn’t talk to you for days. You stayed with me through all of this. That is how I finally know that you love me enough. Because all of those times when i acted like a complete stranger, like a girl you never even met before, you could have picked your things up and walked away. But you always stayed. And I love you for that. That is love. Thank you for showing me what love is.” “Ditto” he said as he put down his shot glass and smiled. “i love you more.

that is love

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glass

shards of glass pierce my skin and the pain is excruciating

the words that fall from your lips remind me why our love is fading

i hope you know my tears were glass and you were the one who caused them

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glass

shards of glass pierce my skin and the pain is excruciating

the words that fall from your lips remind me why our love is fading

i hope you know my tears were glass and you were the one who caused them

[tullipsink]

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“and to think i wasted all this time on you.” he said with anger in his eyes and his hands tense. “but time isn’t really a thing. it’s a made up concept. nothing is real in fact. like those feelings you felt towards me? imaginary. every i love you? that wasn’t real either. every time you said i was the most beautiful girl in the world? i imagined that also. you didn’t waste any time on me, and i didn’t waste any on you. i think id rather explain it as a bunch of wasted memories-” i said as he picked up his things and headed out the door, and maybe he was imaginary, too.

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there are 5 oceans. and i am drowning in every one of them. red warning flags fly high, but i continue to swim. hundreds of people leave the beach while panicking. i look into the sky. a hurricane is coming. the sky is dark. the waves become stronger. the wind becomes louder. i do not move though, because i feel that i am stuck. a million thoughts race through my head as i begin to panic. i lose ability to breathe and i soon lose my ability to keep my head above the water. i am drowning. i try so hard to get back to the shore, but i continue to be pulled under by the rip current. i call out for help every time my head goes above the waves. but no one stays at the beach during a hurricane. — anxiety an excerpt from a book i’ll never write #11

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please forgive me. please forgive me for trying. forgive me for wanting you. forgive me for telling you how much you mean to me. forgive me for trying to make you feel loved. i’m sorry. i guess those things weren’t enough for you. —forgive me//mf