the warm red hate dripped from my lip as she pulled away.
"i cant do this anymore" she said, "i mean, i wont"
It's crazy to think that we've made it this far alone, i mean just us, i mean just me, what do i mean?
"you're going crazy, sean"
Is she talking anymore? I though only of the dripping, and the kinds of shoes she was wearing. She never wore those shoes anymore, but i think they compliment her pants well.
"Jesus, look at me"
At this point i was completely out of the conversation, sitcoms i barely watched were registering more this.
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- Seaner
- I am infinite, Or so I'd like to believe, sometimes I believe that we are all destined for something better, sometimes I believe we are destined for dirt. Sometimes I'd just like to believe.
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Maybe we aren't supposed to have favorite blogs posts... but if we did, this has potential to be mine.
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