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where did I go?
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Ongoing, First published Jun 25, 2015
I sit down and smile at the thought. I allow my pulse to quicken, my lips to curl in a grin-like manner and a soft laugh to fill the room I am in. For a second the usually freezing room doesn't feel as cold and all my thoughts seem to be erased from my mind but one. I'm happy. 

Why?

Because I remember her. Out of all the people, moments and places I have forgotten and could have  remembered, it was her.

 A memory is something that can't be taken away from you by anyone and it travels along with you wherever you are. And I'm so very glad that my memory of her is mine to keep.
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Slowly

23 parts Ongoing Mature

I began to think, as one does when they don't know what the fuck their doing with their lives. Confused wasn't even half of it. Through it all I couldn't, for the life of me stop thinking of Nyx and her pretty hair and the way her eyes flicker with light when she looks at you, and dammit I couldn't help but cry because there was something so beautiful on this planet, something that seemed so pure and beautiful, here I was wanting to exploit it I wanted to touch her cheek and fucking cry because of her and how insane I felt over her. Knots in my chest, my tongue tied in my mouth, a blabbering baboon, a fucking child compared to her. Her her her her her her her her her. Nyx Nyx Nyx. She reminded me of cloudy days and heartbreak but it felt - No I felt and that's what made everything seem so impossible, I felt something for her and me running away like a coward did nothing for me. But at the same time running helped me in every way. I needed to run to hide, I wasn't ready to accept the fact that I fucking like Nyx like- like oh I don't know like - I've never liked anyone before and I was so god damned scared. A girl. A female. I liked a girl. The words felt like sour milk in my mouth as I said them out loud, indigestible.