February 2012
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thephantomlungs:
I am an incomplete thought. The one on the tip of your tongue, at the end of your gun; the red rim of the rising sun.
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What does one do if:
You hurt your partner, they claim they don’t see you the same, they say they’re not over you, but they’re not looking to fix things and to give them space?
Besides give them space, should you feel like you’re about to die because they’ll never love you again?
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Woke up again at 6AM with anxiety and all the other bad feelings one could possibly feel all at once.
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But like everything else, love changed.
– Ann Brashares, The Last Summer (of You and Me)
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January 2012
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