I'm scared that so much of me died with Monique, that eventually nobody will even know me.
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I'm drawing words from a tired heart.
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- Outside the glass.
- 7months
- late nights, and cold wine.
- fading into the background
- falling in and out of life.
- Lavender Chamomile Sleep.
- burnt toast.
- our love to admire
- alone with everybody.
- forget the night ahead.
- December 24, 2008
- no use now.
- I guess I forgot to keep my friends from falling off.
- Can you find love through a telescope?
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