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Pretty Hands
I'm not sure how it even started. Innocently enough I guess. At first hesitantly; Wrangled back from the realm of impossibility in my mind. Then a slow escalation while we both poured ourselves out. The last two weekends have swirled into a whirlwind of big sparkling eyes and her beautiful slender body writhing in front of me. Firstly on the dance ( Read more... ) -
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I”m getting there. I keep telling myself that anyway. It doesn’t feel like that though ( Read more... ) -
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Last night was one of the most difficult nights I've been through in the last decade. Breaking up with Carla was awful. She was so blindsided by the whole thing and is still struggling to understand my reasoning. All I want to do right now is take the easy way out, tell her everything is going to be okay and that I can stay with her and hold on to ( Read more... ) -
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I might be losing the plot a little bit. It feels like im back here all the same. It might have been inevitable, it might have been another cycle of the same path i've trod before. It might just be my nature to repeat the same mistakes as a means of escape when I feel like the walls are closing in.
What am I even doing here?
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Fort
I think from the moment we met I pictured this playing out like it did. I feel like my feet have been walking this path with a steady certainty, and my head has never resisted, never acknowledged the inevitable conclusion despite any repercussion. It felt perfectly predetermined. I fantasised my way through the entire process from the second I ( Read more... ) -
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It's been a while.
Lately I can't shake the feeling like I should be writing something down all the time. Fragments of sentences flash through my mind constantly. White hot and out of context, these powerful sequences burn with desire to shine light on something I can't properly define. They burn as though they want to urgently lead me towards some ( Read more... )
