February 2012
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there are these butterflies.
and they live inside my stomach.
usually they hibernate.
sometimes they like to fly around
and make me nauseous.
and sometimes, it’s when i’m scared.
others when i’m happy.
and sometimes when i realize how scary my wildest dreams are.
why would i even wish for that stuff if i’m going to be so scared of it.
maybe that’s why...
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Sometimes I just wish that I could be with my friends when we’re really tired and it’s late at night so that we could sit in dark corners and talk about things that really matter. The things that everyone thinks but nobody says. The things that everyone is scared to talk about. The things that lie in the deepest parts of our consciousness that hardly come to penetrate our outlying thoughts. The...
