Sleep good. Really. *twitchtwitch*
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dark eyes staring sleepily at me the clink of bottles dragon statues and dull blades salt in the air flavoring conversation pebbles at the window wet grass beneath my feet crumpled paper in the corners of the room unrecognized music playing faintly laughter and theft smooth skin that always left me staring unable to admit how far my attraction went unable to deny my need misunderstood roles believing that my place was dancing attendance learning otherwise being hurt hurting long cold morning outside a closed coffeeshop nothing left now but memories...yeah. Definitely going the hell to bed now. I can't decide if it's a good thing or a bad one that I'm back to writing several entries a day, but I DO know that being awake and depressed isn't fun. 'Tis the season to remember those who matter to us, right? ...even if they shouldn't matter any more... ...even if nothing will come of it... ...even if the memories hurt... ...because some of the memories are still precious. I wouldn't give them up for anything.
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