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11:11 Hasn't Let Me Down YetThis is because I dance on yellow, paved lines in the middle of the night, yet still fear the headlights. It's to feeling like you have never felt or have been allowed to feel before. It's to wandering the cloudy streets of your dreams in search of somethingsomething that you might never be able to find. It's to wide eyes and closed eardrums interested in letting in the light but not the sobs. It's to waking in your bed with your arms outstretched and looking to the clock where you left your last eye-mark, only to discover that your wish for a good night's sleep had all been for naught.11:11 Hasn't Let Me Down Yet
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This is because I sl


Barren of PromisesShe knelt on a cold stone floor, just as she'd been doing for the past whoknowshowlong. Her knees had grown so accustomed to craggy masonry that they began to yield small dents where she'd rested. Day in and day out she resided here, waiting for the dark hair and bright eyes she'd fallen so heelsoverhead in love with.Barren of Promises
She was waiting for him.
Slender hands tickled soft yellow flower petals in front of her. They'd built a wagon together, one that would be carted around the somber streets of the slums where she'd grown up. These flowers would then be sold; just one of the many dreams they'd created while in each other'


Inspiration, Not ThinspirationShe lay outside in the dead of night, feeling rather dead herself. The moon gave no warning of waning, and the skies frowned upon her frail figure -- bones is what she had become. She knew as much and knew it all too well. She could tell by the way he'd played her ribs like a piano. She could tell by the way her hips cut his jaw. She remembered how her fingers felt like daggers to him.Inspiration, Not Thinspiration
"You're not perfect," the stars whispered.
"I know," she murmured. But did she?
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She sighed as the clamber of her flip flops brushed against dusty cobblestones. It was never sunny around this part of to


The ScrapbookI remember the awkward moment we stood in my front door. We faced each other, eyes wide, hands shaking in time with the breeze. You blinked and my eyes smiled as we shyly lifted our hands into a kiddish wave with sweaty fingertips before I invited you inside.The Scrapbook
I remember a dark movie theater. I walked into the dimly lit air conditioned room with giddy dreams from the night before that you would sling your arm around my shoulders and pull me close to your warm side, just like they do in those romance flicks. You did just that, just what I'd wished for. I looked into your eyes and you gave me the sweetest smile. I never forgot that
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what is the point of second guessing? at some point you will get to the point asking yourself "what if i did something useful with my time and not think about what could have been?"
then you build a time machine...
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"This is how the world ends, not with a bang but a whimper."
"I thought it would be nice to lie down and close my eyes. It never occurred to me that I am already asleep."
(Leona and Bryce vs. Foxit and Piccoletto/The Shade)
all the other match ups will be posted Wednesday
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what is the point of second guessing? at some point you will get to the point asking yourself "what if i did something useful with my time and not think about what could have been?"
then you build a time machine...
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