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break
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damaged
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If you want to make a baby, you gotta break some eggs.
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daxle
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you're bobby masquerading
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damaged
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thank you for telling everyone
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daxle
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sorry bobby wobby pookie woo
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kyla
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a line
(remains)
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060113
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belly fire
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I need one.
From the human race...if only for a few days.
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belly fire
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Oh, Blather.
It hurts to watch a break-up from the outside and be completely impotent to stop her from hurting. I can hold her, and listen...but that's all I can do. There is so much I'd like to do, all the while wondering what she has done to deserve being dumped like this. Watching her learn to open herself to someone else and trust him with everything; learning that, a little more than a week out from Christmas, he can smash everything they've built over 5 years to pieces. Is this a life lesson I ever thought I could protect her from?
I am her big sister - I will hold her and listen, and wonder.
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unhinged
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i have a serious goose egg on my right knee cause i slipped on the ice on monday night. boys distracting me; i spent all last winter alone and didn't slip once.
even if i call him, even if hanging out is my idea, he tells me often to let him know if he's overwhelming me. i like to be overwhelmed by hugs and kisses.
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epitome of incomprehensibility
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This late week/weekend, finally, I am not trying and failing to do a large amount of things at once and Monday is a day off. I'd like to thank the spring eqinox, candles, and Jesus. You're the best, guys. (I did nothing foolish for April Fool's and I forgot Pi Day completely. Thus, I'll have to eat chocolate.)
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unhinged
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eight days in the desert here i come
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tender_square
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we were in the middle of another disagreement.
i started to cry. he sighed.
i wiped my tears with my shirtsleeve and said, “should we take a break?” and i think i scared him for a moment. because the look of worry on his face when he turned to meet mine made me hasten to add, “from the conversation, i mean.”
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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