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[a_girl_in_parts]

Note to Self:
I miss you terribly.
This is what we call a tragedy.

I can't shut my mind off.
I can't get comfortable.
I wigging out.
I don't want to do this.

It's already happening, I'm all hulled up in my room and anyone who comes across me takes a beating.

I remember when the days were long
And the nights when the living room was on the lawn:
Constant quarrelling, the childish fits,
And our clothes in a pile on the ottoman;
All the slander and doublespeak
Were only foolish attempts to show you did not mean
Anything but the blatant proof
Was your lips touching mine in a photobooth.