i was so desperate to be understood that i would grab people and shove them inside my heart β where they stuck out like splinters, and it would hurt every time i felt anything.
β β β yer a bad influence, ya know that.οΏ½οΏ½ β katherine took a glance around, then firmly grabbing the cigarette from him. β don't tell abigail ... she would kill me before these things do. β
* small vent/rant?
i wish i had the motivation to write. or maybe i do, i just don't have the materials that influence my desire. not like much will happen on this account, though.
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She took one last hit of her cigarette before dabbing it out at the heel of her boot. She stuffed the bud into her pocket.
β Yea? Where ya get 'em then? β
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