| match stems. |
[Nov. 30th, 2009|11:57 pm] |
I’ve written tiny secrets on the stems of matches, knowing their existence will eventually burn away. And I wish I’d kept just one red-tipped phrase, because then, when you asked for a lighter to set your doubts aflame, I’d hand you a match instead, and you would’ve known: you are my fire. |
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| fight. |
[Nov. 25th, 2009|10:20 pm] |

Wake me up when morning dies. I live for the afternoons filled with birds and filled with you.
And I don’t want anything. I just need to bring myself back to life.
I need something new, something white, but to leave is to give up. And if you’re the one I’m fighting for, I never want to stop. |
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[Nov. 22nd, 2009|03:55 am] |
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happy and free inside a world of misery. |
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| chapter 1 |
[Nov. 15th, 2009|02:23 pm] |

new beginnings. |
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