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boys are supposed to have backbones

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words are supposed to have meaning. kisses are supposed to be soft. love is supposed to be infinite, and bones are supposed to be...
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when you slam the door.

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you use the term best friends but the only best in this friendship is the anxiety that's getting the best of me. the rest of it...
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heartaches and earthquakes.

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tonight I almost wrote the words "I'm done" across your screen. tonight I almost took hold of my time and walked away fro...
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oh.

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he drops love words like atom bombs, but his journal's never heard your name. he wrote the book on poker faces, dealing out d...
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the flames

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you do not deserve these words. you are not worth my writings. you are not worth the knuckle cracks and ever-moving arthritis, th...
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you will never read this.

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You will never read this. You will never read this, or see this, or smell this, or run your underage hands along this. You wi...
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24 scars later

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I've got 11:09 tears on my steering wheel. I've got a tight heart pinned to my ribcage, waiting for 17-year-old Me to make an a...
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cement

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Mama told me to build myself out of cement. Mama told me to paint my walls whatever colors I chose, but to keep painting  and keep ...
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never break a writer's heart.

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Never break a writer's heart. Never break her, never break him, never chip important pieces from their morning-after shoulders. ...
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requiem to sad history.

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You don't listen until your eyes do. You're analyzing paper words and wire lines but you aren't listening  until it's...
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six feet

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We are six seconds from breaking. We are six too many holes in our ribcages, carved like six-foot-deep pieces of Earth, shuddering as...
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bedroom eyes

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He's playing with my fears. He's got hands full of money, paying taxes on his compliments, and charging 100% of my interest...
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NYC

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I remember you. you were the boy with all the city things on your sleeve: coffeeshop music and piano keys, singing a melody strung toge...
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for girls with quiet lovers

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you are his remote. his change-the-channel device, eating batteries to stay alive. you call yourself his right hand, but he misto...
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depression.

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you are on empty. you are on nothing. you are on zero. you run on the dry leftover energy from the corners of your bones. your sc...
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