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May 29, 2014 15:35

Almost is a strange situation to be in.
I almost married him, and I was almost sure we would have had four children.
And I almost loved him back forever, and I was almost ready to love him.

Almost is a bad habit of mine.
I grew up poor and never really possessed anything entirely.
And so when I tell you that I am hungry and that I need more than a taste-
you have to understand I have been starving for eras.

Almost is all I've ever known, and I wish I learned it differently.
I want possession and warm hands beneath mine.
And nothing but the taste of vodka- and your love in my mouth, my breath, my veins, my blood.

I almost had you. Almost.
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