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|dreamiecloud (profile) wrote, |
on 10-6-2006 at 1:41am
|my best memory of us.
when i spent the night at your house last time, and you had to get up to do something, but didnt want me to get up too.
you tried to get me to go back to sleep, by stroking my hair.
that is my favorite feeling in the world. you did it until you thought i was asleep and then went out. i go out of bed five minutes later. even though we hadnt got that much sleep the night before.
i loved it when we were out doing something and you would randomly whisper in my ear that you loved me.
i am not whole anymore, i am in little pieces.
everyone just takes parts of me and abuses them. what about me gives someone the ok to do that. it is like there is a sign over me, that says take one.
i cant breathe anymore. congratulations, you have fucked me up more than i ever thought possible.
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