December 2011
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Dec 30th
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casimirpulaskiday: Why are you leaving me? He wrote, I do not know how to live. I do not know either but I am trying.  I do not know how to try.  There were some things I wanted to tell him. But I knew they would hurt him. So I buried them and let them hurt me. Jonathan Safran Foer
Dec 10th
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Love, I could have told you all the words you wanted to hear. You only had to feel the warmth of my fingertips on the back of your ear and the flutter of my eyelashes on every inch of your cheek. You only had to listen for the beats my heart skipped every time you took my hand and the prayers I whispered to the night. You need never ask.
Dec 4th
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