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You hit the floor.

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Your dilated pupils. Your eyes so red. She thought
nothing of it as you crawled into bed. You tell her you
love her, it's your perfect lie, because you think
nothing of it while you watch her cry. Every night you
leave, because every night your high. All you want is
your weed; she only wants you tonight. You stand on
the rooftop. You make the dive. You hit the floor, but
you swore you could fly.





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Evie said...
Dec. 29, 2010 at 5:43 pm
Andrea,  I really like this one.
 
Andrea M. replied...
Dec. 29, 2010 at 11:10 pm
Thanks again. Really (:
 
GraemeV said...
Dec. 26, 2010 at 9:01 pm
Oh wow - brilliant work. Amazingly written.
 
Andrea M. replied...
Dec. 26, 2010 at 11:45 pm
Thanks! This is pretty old.
 
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