Wednesday, January 4, 2012

Second City Same Slippery Slopes

Christmas tree corpses.

No one was even looking into my eyes when they said that
whispering will surely cause you more hurt.

I like when people say it was nice to meet you, but anything further will be hard to hear.

If your stare is fixated on one singular thing for long enough, it
will eventually get blurry.

Everyone will wait a lifetime for a person to tell them that they are worth more than what it has all been, not just that they think it.

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