what is this place that smells of cookies and rain...
i finally fell in love.. and lost it
starting over
i should be used to it by now.
...... i miss him.
not ready for this.
everything is too scary

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a date... and a glass bridge...
a hand to hold
and still not the same. the smell is all wrong..

falling for your best friend.....
a horrible idea..

laying in the pouring rain
as the water rises around you closing in around your lips...
breathing water as it turns to fire...
this is the life i have chosen
and i am happy....
will anyone save me from myself
from the powers of the world that i drench in painted honey..
i love you.