We Praise People About Things They Have No Control On, Like Their Beauty And The Shape Of Their Body,
We praise people about things they have no control on, like their beauty and the shape of their body, and we value it more than intelligence and integrity. We care more about the package than the present.
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06.21.17
I’m sick of missing you, And crying over our loss. I’m sick of wishing you’d come back, And fearing you never will. I’m sick of dreaming about you, And never sleeping. I’m sick of counting How many days it’s been Since we’ve ended.
But most of all, I’m sick of writing poems about you, And hoping you’d read them. When knowing That these words Go on deaf ears, And that my tears, My wishes, My dreams Won’t make one difference To you.
-C.A.

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I hope you ruin me.“ “Why?” “I don’t ever want to forget you.” “I don’t have to ruin you for that.” “Maybe not. But there’s a special sort of memory that comes with being ruined.
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