Are all they are. Meaningless. Pointless. But they feel strong. Impact more than they should. Make you curl in on yourself. Emotionally compromised and insecure in the darkness. You cry to yourself. Will yourself to not feel. Feel nothing.. If you feel nothing, then you are better than these silly moments.
September 1st, 2001.
We are not strangers. We have danced too many times in the past to different tunes.
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My bed is cold. Always cold. Every night I dread crawling into it. It is unforgiving. When I prepare myself for bed, I find myself procrastinating actually going to bed. As I bind my hair and remove my makeup, I imagine what it would be like if it wasn't so cold. If I could curl…