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So Well

I know I’ve been down this road before A couple of times, just a little to often But it doesn’t seem to matter He wears that bad boy look so well That innocent face, those vivid eyes A striking contrast to the Tattoos snaking up his arm but He wears that bad boy look so … Continue reading

Those Things We Don’t Talk About

Waiting. And Waiting Still.

She wanted to feel a certain sense of loss, something specific that would be traced back to him. She knew that feeling before, all too well. It was years ago but the aftermath of everything, she had carried like a huge yet invisible chip on her shoulder. Day in, day out — She breathed in … Continue reading