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It burns.
On Monday, Jan. 30, 2006 at 1:14 p.m.

I left my heart in that ice rink. I know it must be sinking, freezing, melting & torn into a million tiny pieces from the trillion hits of steel.

Nothing happened. Nothing will ever happen. I keep falling for him. I keep imagining perfect circumstance and perfect actions. And all those damn love songs, and TV shows, and books, and movies keep screaming in my skull promising me hope. But I know what I really need is to cut out the good until I'm hopeless and empty so I can finally move on.

He is never going to kiss me. He is never going to fuck hold me. He is never going to want me the way I want him and I can't stop thinking what if.



hold me close like we both died
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