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I posted this on my new blog but it deserves another look

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“I look at old photos of us. It brings with it everything I once felt or still do. I need to write but the words won’t come out like piss after 3 days of constant drinking. It was 7am, my alarm clock hated me more than I’ll ever know. I keep looking at the old photos of us tossing in bed, “I made pancakes honey.” She yelled from the kitchen down stairs. I didn’t want anything she offered, I’ve been here for a few weeks now. She loves me just not in the way a man like me should be loved. And there are days I know she’s off sleeping in shallow beds. I keep looking at old photos of us while tossing and turning in bed hoping the morning will fade away like my mind. I hear her coming up the stairs, I got to get ready for my 9-5 job across town. I quickly put the photos away and she comes in the room perfectly dressed and done up. If only I could understand her love for me, if only she could understand her love for me. Nice smile, round ass body shaped like an hour glass. The sweetest pussy the morning ever felt. “I wish I could kiss you every second of everyday.” I told her while she came over and sat beside me. The moment my eyes opened hurt is all I knew, and for some reason I felt at peace with a devil in heels. “Are you ready for work, sexy.” I grabbed her ass and stood up and walked outside to the balcony for a smoke of herb. “Baby!” She shouted. “I just need to chill for a second.” “Okay, don’t get too fucked up, it’s still morning and make sure you eat. I put a lot of love into those pancakes.” The fresh morning air gave me the strength to write again but I couldn’t I was already late for work. She kisses me goodbye and runs out the door. I think about the pancakes she made me as I fall asleep hungry and happy, missing the things worth missing.“”

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