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If you remembered I wouldn't have had to tell you.
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Literature
12 Questions I Should Ask You But Never Will
12 Questions I Should Ask You But Probably Never Will
Tell me, does your heart still ache?
Does it weigh on your soul in agony as you reminisce the past?
For I know it does for me.
My heart’s still crushed from all the hopeless dreams and painful memories we once shared.
The day you left was the day I shattered.
Tell me, do your lips still quiver?
Do they miss the serene touch of another’s lips in the form of a gentle kiss?
For I know they do for me.
My lips still tremble from the absence of yours pressed against mine.
The kiss we shared was the kiss I desired.
Tell me, does your mi
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Bombarded. This was the word that Thomas Albertson Junior would use to describe his life. This was only more compounded on this specific day. He had woke at his normal 7:00 time, and followed his normal routine. At 7:00 his alarm went off. At 7:01 he woke up and hit snooze. He repeated the snooze cycle two more times. At 7:16 he knew he needed to really wake up.
Thomas grumbled to himself as he dropped his feet over the side of his bed. Slowly he made himself stand to his feet, took a second to let his head catch up with his body, and began to shuffle towards the bathroom. After leaving last night’s meal with the porcelain god, he wash
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Dear Poetry,
It’s been far too long since I’ve written you
and the reason I know this is because you’ve been banging on my door
everyday now for the past three months saying
“Where have you been?”
But I have been too busy dying over a job that couldn’t care less
if I walked out onto the streets and laid in the crosswalk.
I have spent too much time under fluorescent lights smelling like stale bread and mustard
to find the time to talk to you.
I have slaved on my days off only to be pushed down instead of raised
and told I am not worth fifty cents by a man who rapes me with his eyes.
Now, I know what yo
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Concise as always 
A quick turn of a phrase, yet still with enough subtlety to be thought provoking for the close reader.
A quick turn of a phrase, yet still with enough subtlety to be thought provoking for the close reader.