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Voice.I listen to songs that shouldn't remind me of you. They should remind me of summer and sun, of mischief and laughter and joy. They should remind me of running running running through the rain with no destination in mind, just the sense of lightness and freedom that fills my body.Voice.
I listen to songs with words I don't know in languages I don't speak, so there's nothing to spark a memory.
But in the back of my mind I always know that I'm listening to them because of you.
I close my eyes and try to block out everything but the music.
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I stare determinedly at the images flashing o
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Finis.Years pass, things change - but not this. For a while she consoled herself by thinking that if she stuck, you know, fought the good fight, he'd come around eventually. Now it's become starkly clear this isn't even a fight anymore, it's an addiction. It's soaked through every pore and become essential.Finis.
She's been there for everything. Every chase, every conquest. (It's not surprising that those numbers are nearly equal.) She's a spectator at a sporting event; watching and feeling the adrenaline and bile rise with every play and every score. She screams at the top of her lungs, but the stadium is too big and everything is too loud
by ~Winternite
Permanence.Did you ever wake somewhere not knowing how you got there?Permanence.
My eyes open into the bright lights reflected off the water of the river. There's a dent in the soil of the riverbed that's a familiar shape, much like the one in my bed when I rise. Did I spend the night here?
My hands are black with something that looks like ink. My head is pounding and my eyes are swollen and I can feel dried moisture and dirt on my cheeks. I scramble for my phone; you're probably sick with worry and wondering where I am...but there's no messages, no missed calls.
Did you ever want to forget something so bad that you did? &nb
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Phoenix NightYou are like vodka on an empty stomach, and I am rolling on silk here. Your hip kissing lips are breaking this bottle-shaped heart. Your faithless replies catch like thorns in my skin; I'm beginning to like the feeling. And you may not be quite trustworthy, but you are just so lust-worthy that the feel of you is sin. What you really need is a taste of your own medicine, because it's badly addictive and we are quickly losing sight of the point of the lightning strike that began this whole charade. I am bending over backwards for a simple chance; I am cutting it close with every planned- out glance. This new you is making me doubt the soundnessPhoenix Night
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