The Oath ...

if i could blog the week away instead of waiting for you in my inbox, i would.
maybe i will.

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are you waiting for me?
fuck.
[i hate having difficult conversations.]

['cause, see, i was secretly waiting for you, too, but somehow when i was stuck in yesterday trying to plan tomorrow, all i could see was the opposite of you .. mocking me from the other side of the bed.]

[i hated that.]

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6:54pm

"tick-
tock,
tick-
tock;"
someone shoot
that infernal clock.