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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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I see you

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I have this month's exhaust accumulating behind my eyelids, a compilation of non-responses, excuses he planted like common roses, a...
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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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this

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you told me you were a shell to crack, but most eggs break easy; you're more of the titanium type,  but I thought I had mo...
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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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It hurt like

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I heard your name tonight. It seemed to be rolling around on everyone's tongue. I could taste you, too, through the drive-thru w...
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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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19.

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They talk about 17 too much. All the playlists and passenger seats it comes with, turning our money into oxygen and consuming it like h...
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last thing, before you go.

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It's 11:08am and it's too soon to miss you. The hours are thinning out, and people are waiting on my washy replies, but I...
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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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favoritest

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you are my favorite smell. you're the trees in Vermont and the sound lightbulbs make when they go out. you're the tan journal o...
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do you?

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do you remember the little mexican joint off Main Street?  40 minutes past curfew, when you turned March into summer  and the secrets w...
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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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