lingering abhorrence

Everything smelled of him, his shampoo, his cologne, his very being, I left the window open so fresh air could bring new smells inside.

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The talk was dull, one way, direct to the point with random pauses highlighting the facts either too high to be reached or too ambitious to be achieved, however I blabbered on and on and he surprisingly listened intently, only opening his mouth a few times as if to protest then the moves were followed by hard bites on his lower lip to keep the silence. With all the needs and expectations thoroughly described, it was easier to see defeat in those warm brown eyes. “How long would it take until he bursts into tears, throw a tantrum and accuse me of being unfair?”

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I so much hate it when you translate all your thoughts and emotions into words then press publish and everything is gone except some stupid draft saved a long time ago with a few sentences in it!

I’m not going to rewrite it again.

I’m emotionally dried!

how I feel

This is not the kind of music I usually listen to but this song really describes how I’ve felt the last few days