a story:
Just another damn day. I opened my eyes, burning still from mornings first dawn upon them. I just layed there, as if I hadnt slept at all with my mind already slipping; I was already thinking of him. Those creeking and squeaking noises were hell, the people above us never went to sleep it seemed. I scratched my head in various places not because it itched, but because it calmed me.
However, he, who was my love-- my life-- calmed my spirits, and always made me feel a little more like me.
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Drawing it out.
Our love. Your heart. My heart. No doubt.