

A Letter to JacobIsnt it funny?A Letter to Jacob
The way you think you know me?
Isnt it funny?
You smile at me politely, guessing at things past my exterior, settling a label firmly under my name. A mental snapshot of me is forever etched with a meaningless word. So now when you think of me you think of everyone else? Soft touch on the shoulder, brush of breath as you whisper in my ear
Doesnt it hurt?
The way you sew yourself into my skin?
Doesnt it hurt?
Trail a hand down my back, feeling for secrets. I catch my breath and hate myself for it. Cant yo
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rainbows are on sale
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rainbows are on sale
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When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
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When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
Do you have any old computers you are willing to sell for next to nothing?
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When you have insomnia, you're never really asleep... and you're never really awake.
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