luck is poison

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i knew you were the one from the first time we held hands; my fingers fit perfectly in the spaces between your’s.

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It’s been a week since shit went down, and I wish I could say I felt good. This is one of the worst breakups I’ve been through; not only is my heart broken by some(thing) I thought I loved and loved be back, but my income has also ceased to exist. I’d like to think I’ll find someone, something better, but until I do, I’ll have my doubts.

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i’d just like to say that this is bullshit-

i had a dream last night that i let out everything that i had to say to you. 

i just can’t believe that all of my worrying and caring got me here

and still, all i want to say is that i’m sorry. 

no - that’s not how this should work. you should be begging me for forgiveness. all our time together has been just that - a big, fucking, endless circle. 

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some girls walk away because they want you to chase them. i walk away because i’m scared.

try to understand that there’s a difference.

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not that i remember hearing her first cry when she was born and now i’m sobbing like someone stole my candy @mj2k9

not that i remember hearing her first cry when she was born and now i’m sobbing like someone stole my candy @mj2k9

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Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel at home in your skin or in your house and you just want home but “Mom’s” probably wouldn’t feel like home anymore either. There used to be the comfort of a number in your phone and ears that listened everyday and arms that were never for anyone else. But just to calm you down when you started feeling trapped in a five-minute period where nostalgia is too much and thoughts of this person you are feel foreign. When you realize that you’ll never be this young again but this is the first time you’ve ever been this old. When you can’t remember how you got from sixteen to here and all the same feel like sixteen is just as much of a stranger to you now. The song is over. The coffee’s done. You’re going to breath in and out. You’re going to be fine in about five minutes.
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