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So, you think that you’ve known stillness?
I could be talking to anyone, but I’m not. It’s you again. Back here, motion circling the drain and the pull of you is all I’m worth. I’m settling my limbs, heart rattling inside the metal cup of my chest, but I’m a bad luck kind of girl, a quit while you’re ahead kind of girl, a “THIS is my poker face” under streamers of the last place I left myself kind of girl.
So, you think that you’ve known stillness?
Tell me about it.
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I have at least 70 people on my list (not including my horrendous string of journals) but I only really seem to talk to about 15 of you. I am the worst person for commenting, but I do always read, and I'm sure some people are the same. If you actually read my journal, would you mind commenting on this post? I'm not suggesting that we all become best friends and hang off each other's every word, but I'd rather have a list full of people I know are reading but don't comment rather than a list full of people who couldn't care less. Of course, you could always comment here and tell me how sick you are of me before deleting me from your own friends list in a fit of internet-ey drama, 'cause that's always a heap of fun, right? RIGHT!