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A Subway For CatchingHe waits there, every morning, with steady hand and sleep-held eyes, capturing some piece of a dream with shutter and flash, holding, holding, holding for God-knows-what. But he-knows-what, bundled up in jackets and coats to fend away the cutting cold outside. Slowly he peels the layers. His muscles stride out in easy rhythm: “find, focus, flash. Find, focus, flash….” Most days, he forgets Step 2, finding shadowy profiles blurred against the glowing, flashing, oncoming headlights. Cavernous rooms, ceilings far, far above, enclose morning life far, far below the ground. The Riders filter in, their presence the first dribbles in theA Subway For Catching


ConfusionStaring at a blank screen, wishing you could write, isn't going to help. I know, because I've been doing it for the past two hours. But eventually, your fingers will start going and you'll find yourself with three pages in an instant, and sore fingers.Confusion
I wish I could remember the exact moment, the very second, when it all turned around. When everything good slowly flipped over to the dark side. When every smile seemed forced, and every show of affection was more in desperation than anything else. I would cling to him, beg him to touch me, when I knew it was pointless. &n
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I hope you are too? <3
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♥ ℓσνє ℓα∂у кιℓℓєттє ♥
<3 ~FlamesX666
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When people think you're dying, they really, really listen to you, instead of just... waiting for their turn to speak.
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My God woke up on the wrong side of his bed
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