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10 months later

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Today is September 28th, 2015. I've been biting down on the abstract for about ten months now, writing poems about anonymous heartb...
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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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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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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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valentine's day 2.0

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Pink, like the blanket under my pillow. The cream cheese frosting he would twirl on the white-wood table, 1999, baby hands and bad aim....
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backseat, 1am.

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Nothing feels better than $100 on your sleeve and 6 friends to either side of you, a car full of windy hair and messy veins, und...
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8,765 hours later.

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I remember last year. We made lists. Lists that people make on the first day of January, to pour a little sugar in their problems...
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10 o'clock in Apopka

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- Malcolm Carter
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if you're reading this.

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your voice goes up an octave when you're lying. octaves. you learned how to play the piano within 5 minutes and it too...
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we.

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they gave me a scholarship but not because I count my kisses in order. i got a perfect score on my english ACT but that  stopped  matter...
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the truth about memories

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people talk about pictures not molding with memories, how the photographs don't tell the story  and how the stories look better on ...
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