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one hungover head searching for the remnants of last nights dignity and wasted breaths, pans the crowd in sporadic motions,grasping for a way to escape sorrow filled stares as stumbles come quicker than steps out an emergency<100 words, August 20
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I love you. That's what you said as you glanced back at me from the doorway. I was so mad at you I couldn't even see you through my tears. This is not what love feels like is it? I asked myself as I watched you leave. The hur - Am at allpoetry
the morning awakens with it's dirty white light shining into frosted window panes. bringing with it the promise of hot chocolate and marshmallow mountains. - I live in L.A. at allpoetry
rose colored glasses plastic lives
