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the bitch
There's nothing interesting about me, except the fact that I really should stop switching blogs.
bitch de nuit
Another pretentious way of saying "Bitch, please."
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Thursday, October 9, 2008
I miss you so badly..
..to the extent that I have exhausted all words to construe my pining heart, my tears suppressed behind a pair of sleep deprived eyelids, the songs on repeat unclothed of their evoked emotions. I so desperately want to believe that one day, I will cross paths with someone who will do more than accept me for everything that becomes of me, but love everything unbecoming of me.
Somehow, just somehow, I cannot help but stare into the whimpered reflection standing before me; it's vacant eyes lamenting of how anyone could even begin to love this massive pile of damage.
Love happened, and then life followed suit. Regrets yeast aplenty; could have's bequeathed would have's; and the aching sore in my heart stubbornly remains.
Somehow, just somehow, I cannot help but stare into the whimpered reflection standing before me; it's vacant eyes lamenting of how anyone could even begin to love this massive pile of damage.
Love happened, and then life followed suit. Regrets yeast aplenty; could have's bequeathed would have's; and the aching sore in my heart stubbornly remains.
And somehow.. somehow.. somehow communicate some of the overwhelming, undying, overpowering, unconditional, all-encompassing, heart-enriching, mind-expanding, ongoing, never-ending love... I have for you.
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