UsLonely, sad, no friends, no dreams. Curly-haired, green-eyed, chubby-faced. I sat in study hall. A period. Friendly, cheerful, friends, and dreams. Curly-haired, blue-eyed, voluptuous-bodied. There she sat in study hall. A period; it was a time of day that always changed. She whispered with friends, I scrawled out notes. She peered my way, once, maybe twice, I pretended not to notice. Rumors floated in waves across the air.Us
“She… him…”
My hopes rose. And then I let them drop. It wasn’t worth it. I would end up with a heart even more difficult to mend. Broken into even smaller pieces.
We spoke once, twic
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i am a shape that can but eat and turd
- e e cummings
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If your Irish, come down to the parlor! *Sings*
shakin it the way i like
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