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Near FanasticaOne Romance is dead, or so the saying goes. I don’t actually know if that’s a saying but it is something I’ve become accustomed to thinking. She sits in the corner, starring with glazed over eyes out the window and down into the street. I’m sure she wishes we had a balcony, something she could stand on to get a better view. She’d probably take up smoking just to have an excuse to stand there and observe. I know she wants to have a better look, but she’s vaguely aware that I’m watching her, and thus she refuses to go directly to the window and look down.Near Fanastica
“Just what exactly are you looking at?” I break the s
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Every Empty Wordwho said getting hurt felt bad? who said falling in love was the wrong thing to do? who said all the wrong things at all the right times? who said climbing out of bed meant waking up from dreams? who said rationalization prevented true feeling? who said all the right lines because he knew they would work?Every Empty Word
i did. (and they didn't) and none of it is true.
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I'll See You SoonI want you to remember All those times you said that all you wanted Was me, in a room, with a lock on the door.I'll See You Soon
And well every day from the day you leave Will be your chance at having me like that But I'll come over, and sleep on the floor Because you'll have said the world got old Or the weathers too cold, or something else irrellevant.
I'll make TV Dinner and watch late night movies And ask you, "One more time for old times sake?" And leave in the morning, the same as I always have been.
Because I miss you. And you're not even gone yet.
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The Same Disorder : IncompleteA transparent flood plain coated Marie’s attic window. She sat on the sill staring into the grey forever of today’s beautifully damp weather. This was her chapel where she spent her Sunday’s sniffing glue and worshipping a chemical romance between her and nameless plastic mannequins.The Same Disorder : Incomplete
It was in this dusty, moist space where she discovered herself, sitting naked, bored and incredibly high. An idea popped into her head and she dove into the trunk in the corner of the room. Digging through it she finally pulled out the phone she’d connected and stashed one summer afternoon. She grappled with the handset and finally pinned it between
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