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Fall for Me for Falling

There’s something about the need to escape. There’s something about not having anywhere to go. I like to chase myself in my mind. The setting: an apple orchard (How romantic). I picture myself in a dress: polka-dotted blue, maybe red. How hard it will be to camouflage myself in the clear sky or bushes. The only person you can’t hide from is yourself. …

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I **** You, Because…

There’s always something to hate about one’s mannerisms. People speak more openly about their insecurities than their religion. Nervous habits spread amongst the party-goers like wild fire. Nervous chatter slithers between sealed lips and tackles our tongues. We boomerang insults off of each other, because a compliment is foreign self-hatred  (I hate you because I love you for that). The remainder of coffee in my cup …