“The more you leave out, the more you highlight what you leave in.”
-Henry Green
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I find myself crying in the library in my free period.
For no reason at all.
“Why do I always seem to find you crying?” The familiar voice asks.
Arms are wrapped around my body, as I’m sobbing for no reason into the familiar stranger’s chest.
He smells like cinnamon, and although I have no idea what his name is, I don’t push him away.
I let him try and comfort me instead.
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Unfortunate
Spiritual"How unfortunate it must be to be me." cover credits: @openflesh
