the rain tasted like acid and under payed steel mill workers.
from my bedroom window you could watch the smoke rise up, and for a few seconds i actually believed that they were natural clouds, not a man-made imitation.
at night the smoke would still rise, but it would have an eerie beauty to it.
illuminated by lights that belonged to large businesses and small houses.
i had intentions on pushing my bed under the window. we could sit and have silent conversations while watching the
cars drive up and down streets.
headlights illuminating street signs.
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pittsburgh nights are so dreary.
we both planned to have french doors and a balcony
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Poetry.
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Oh you.
I love your poetry.
I love you too :]
I haven't heard from you in a while
I hope everything is okay.
You know I'm here for you love <333
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c:
things are getting better.
kind of.
just been confused. c:
thanks for the comment~!
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D: aw...
"we could sit and have silent conversations while watching the
cars drive up and down streets."
favorite stanza.
...guess what???!!! He texted me back at five a.m. this morning.
We're friends again.
And I'm happy about it.
Ecstatic.
Fate's finallt on my side.
this was a great write. I loved it.
staygold.
-jenn
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really?!
what did he say?
are you going to go back out?! -
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no.
He has a girlfriend, but I'm perfectly happy with being just friends with him. I'm not bitter at all, and I wish I could be that way with Daniel and...youknowwho, but I just can't. Because they backstabbed me.
whores.
both of them.
...XD
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