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Sunday, July 27, 2014

This Makes Me Want To Write.

These are the words that you stole from me, the day when you decided that stealing was cool and smoking doesn't cause cancer. You must have forgotten that cancer sucks, and you must have forgotten that I would get my words back. 

There's no such things as playing nice.
Egos get in the way, music is played too loud, fences keep the neighbors out.

I forgot to tell you that her eyes used to be candles, but candles melt. If you get the picture.

One time I got a postcard from Italy. I put it in a box. It's sitting under my bed. I have a hard time looking at something I love so much but have never met. 

Its July and I'm happy because it was 70 degrees today.
I'm not happy because now I don't know where to call home.
Airplanes aren't giving me answers lately. 

The tide always goes out and I want to be lost in blue.


-K 






5 comments:

  1. also. slightly obsessing over "the day when you decided that stealing was cool and smoking doesn't cause cancer."

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  2. "I forgot to tell you that her eyes used to be candles, but candles melt."

    K bye.

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  3. Always write. you win the game of to write. i actually don't even care if grammar. You're amazing. Anyways.

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