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1:24 am//poetry

1:24 am//poetry

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Exploring the depths of my oh-so complicated brain / poetry / quotes…

Starting at the End

Starting at the End

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Noah Theodore Beckett. The rich boy across the street with a heart of gold. Piper Hope Leighton. The anything but average girl with a soul filled with adventure. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"We can't pretend like everything's fine, Piper. I'm just as good as dead. Every breath I take, brings me one step closer to death's inevitable door. I can't keep doing this. I'm dying. I could die in two minutes or two years. We have to stop pretending. We have to face reality. I should be dead already. I don't deserve to be here with you. You deserve so much better. You deserve someone that can give you forever, someone you can marry, and grow old with. All I'm doing is hurting you. You shouldn't have to deal with this. With me. But I can't help it, Piper, you make me do things and I can't stop loving you. No matter what I do. I'd rather die right now than have to go a second without you."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I always believed that books started at the beginning and inevitably, ended at the last page. That is how almost all books are. But now I see that this book, is not most books. This is the encumbered story of a dying boy. My dying boy. Noah Theodore Beckett was the kind of boy that you read about in books. The kind of boy that a girl wants to take to meet her parents and even to meet her insane family. He had a type of light around him that made everyone happy. He was loved by everyone. And he's gone. So this is the story of Noah and Piper. This is our story. Half mine and half his, exactly like my heart.…

almost is never enough//poetry

almost is never enough//poetry

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a collection of one line stories~~~~welcome to the tragedy that is my mind…

exposed.

exposed.

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i am messy and flawed and beautiful. i am unapologetically me.…

friday night

friday night

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a boy and a girl who are back and forth and back and forth in a tedious cycle of head and heart…