

Missing YouWhen you miss someone so badly...Missing You
I have a purple pillow that I sleep with at night. It's fuzzy on one side and soft on the other. When I'm laying in bed at night, I hold it close to me, wishing it was him. I know that just because I clutch a pillow tightly to my chest, it doesn't mean I'll see him any sooner or miss him any less. But when he told me "You sleep with a pillow and wrap it in your arms and pretend it's me, because I wrap my arms around my pillow and think of you..." I thought that if both of us are thinking of each other, wishing we were together, it's the closest thing we've got to actually being in eac


Forgotten...Things Forgotten...Forgotten...
...the scent of blood sweat, of urine and human decay, of years past clung limply to the walls...
...the smell of passing time, of human history, of 15 years of life now wasted away into the nothingness of this dank basement with the junk left behind... ...It made me sick to my stomach, but I didn't know for sure if it was the odor that hung in the air all around me or if it was knowing that no one would ever be coming back to all this...
Wood Bench
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its strange but what isnt strange?
its strange but whats so strange about that?
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~Amy
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its strange but what isnt strange?
its strange but whats so strange about that?
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~Amy
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