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She just liked me, yet I loved her.
She just missed me, yet I felt lost without her.
She just wanted to see me, yet I longed for her touch.
I don't understand how I couldn't come to see; it was just the same as always, it would never be.
That's how it turns out every time, mind you. The second drawer is what I get, the best friend one.
And I know she didn't mean for us to end up like this, but just like that first kiss it's something that can't be undone.
She just missed me, yet I felt lost without her.
She just wanted to see me, yet I longed for her touch.
I don't understand how I couldn't come to see; it was just the same as always, it would never be.
That's how it turns out every time, mind you. The second drawer is what I get, the best friend one.
And I know she didn't mean for us to end up like this, but just like that first kiss it's something that can't be undone.
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EaC! Ch. 244: The Last Evening
By the time the caravan arrived in Irisil, the sun had fallen, and much of the company had grown tired of sitting in carriages—Keke included. She fought hard to hide how she felt—something she was good at—but Matt read her sour expression like a book. “Yeah, I feel that,” Matt said, yawning. “I can’t wait to get out and stretch my legs. Feels like we’ve been traveling for weeks.” “I’m sore, too,” Cannoli admitted. She’d taken to Matt’s left while Cailu and Keke sat across from him. The wagon came to a stop, and a gentle knock confirmed it was time to exit. The door opened, and the lithe coach beckoned them outside. “Welcome to Irisil,” she said. Keke carefully stepped outside, marveling at the city before her. Unlike the Port of Elliot, this place was surrounded by walls of black stone. At the city's center was a prominent spire taller than any building she had seen before. A smoky orange glow emanated from a cavity beneath the spire’s point. “Oh goodness,” Cannoli said, clapping
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The Witch's Familiar
As the moon falls, a new day of delightful backbreaking labour begins. I awake in the same bed as the Queen of Ash, slowly getting up to stretch my body to its limits. Eyes shut tight and mouth extended in a yawn, my morning ritual is complete when I gaze tiredly around the cosy room. I plop off the bed and trot towards the door. The lady of the house’s soft breathing isn’t even disturbed. I exit the bedroom through the slight crack in the wooden door and move down the hallway. Moonbeams expose the hovering dust through windows caked in grime, a sorry state. The disrepair of the house is not something I take tremendous pride in, however the lady just adores such ambience. If I had my way, every speck of dirt would be banished, every rotting piece of wood and mouldy earth cleansed. Maybe that’s why she’s the master and I’m the servant. Like it matters anyway! Time to get on with an honest day’s work! First thing in the morning I deliver the work orders to the local animals. It’s
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cursed world
as the world goes to hell i yawn out of boredom in this uneventful evening
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I wrote this quite a while back, I think in 2006 or 2007, maybe a bit earlier.
To be honest, I don't know f I should keep the title or switch it around to "Me and her". If I do though, it's in reverse compared to the poem so yeah .. =/.
To be honest, I don't know f I should keep the title or switch it around to "Me and her". If I do though, it's in reverse compared to the poem so yeah .. =/.
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