Eye contact: fleeting.
You took stock; I smiled, you winked.
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I don’t know what to name this feeling.
I don’t know if it’s been there before,
Or it’s a bunch of emotions mushed into one… 280 more words
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My Page of Rants
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My frustrations and forms of stress have become heavy sighs I sometimes unknowingly let out. Every sigh is released with tension that can’t speak words. As if it’s the only way I can find refuge with myself. 22 more words
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When you sleep, I’m lost.
I don’t know what to do with
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