i'm still the girl who lights up and cant stop smiling when that phone call comes in. i want to hold that hand and walk through the city's nights because i know what it is like to be on m.g. road at 12 in the night, while listening to good music with a cup of coffee. i want this knot inside me to go away. i want that story in which a boy and a girl sit on the steps and talk softly every now and then. she notices the nails on his hands, he wonders about the way her neck curves and every small detail is new. while time goes by and it doesn't matter.
i'm a fool for fiction...
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I have stopped commenting. I wanted to let you know that. What better way to resolve a paradox, that to ...
youve stopped commenting? why is that?
generally bored ...of commenting ...and other things..
the conversations are a trifle too short to hold the attention...
well..i might change my mind someday as well...but at this point i don't know..
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