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I'm not like anyone else around me. Writing helps me get out what I keep bottled inside. The good, the bad, the beautiful, the hideous. I can get it all out by simply grabbing my laptop or even a pen and a piece of paper and jotting down how I feel at that particular moment. If it wasn't for writing, I'd be and even bigger basket case than I am now.

Friday, May 29, 2015

It comes and goes so easy.

I liked how you made me feel.
The talking came naturally.
It was nice.
I needed it and I think secretly you did too.
But I don't think we're in the cards.
We spoke about our past.
When you love someone, it's hard to get over.
You're not ready for that, and maybe, truthfully, I'm not either.
I'd rather we not risk it and I keep you in my life as a friend.
But I'll always wonder. 

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