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Woman, I have been manipulated. Twisted and scrunched and torn to shreds like an overdue bill that was finally paid. Without the decency of being shredded, I was torn into a million non identical pieces With sharp corners here, and curved edges there And gaping holes the size of your pulsating fist When it hits the table every time I poke you with the razor edge You painted on my body. To be shredded, Almost beautiful in the way that it hurts At least a linear heartbreak would satisfy my obsession With perfect lines And my craving for reading between them Only birthed when you chose to be silent instead.

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A quote by Neiman Marcus.

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Sometimes I feel like packing my bags and leaving forever.

I want to wake up in a fresh new city with a clean slate. How amazing would it be to introduce yourself as someone else for a day, or to do something out of the ordinary - like wear a yellow dress perhaps without everybody around you telling you how you look great in yellow but they prefer you in black.

Where someone will compliment you and tell you how great you look in yellow.

I don’t really know what I’m talking about. I hate repetition and I hate the city I live in at the moment, I need more from opportunity. I am always craving more.

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Do you ever feel like you stick out sorely in a crowd? It’s not necessarily a good thing.

It’s hard to indulge in conversations you’re not interested in. But you want to continue to have that person in your life (for old time’s sake) but the spark that fueled the friendship is gone. Or maybe your coffee is still really hot so you can’t just sip it real quick and pretend to be busy afterwards.

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