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fallon starcrow
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Mar 09, 2017 06:31PM

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i should study for my test tmr but im not. im gonna fail oops

eyy why did you pick that ?



thank
you


(i.) titled: look back in ten years and cry of embarrassmenti miss him.
i miss him to the moon and back but im just another one of those city girls who come and go and —
people say love is selfish. people say they love someone so much that they go green with envy with just the thought of someone in another's arms
but i cannot feel that. cannot will not will never. he is a comet, illuminating that dark summer sky and all too soon i am in darkness again.
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sometimes, i imagine that he remembers me. sometimes i imagine that while he toils away, muddy feet, he'll remember that girl who can spin a wordless story with pencil on paper.
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i am home. my mind is a world away where he is a farmer boy, the only in his town who can read. i am a princess on the run. we hold hands under the summer moon.
i imagine myself returning two years later, a victory march. the kingdom is mine and peace is returned. sometimes, he is gone — he has left to become a knight in my palace, and i have just missed him. sometimes, i summon him by royal decree to work as a royal scholar.
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i give away my books, he tells me, under the shade of a wooden house. a woman weaves away in a corner while he whispers it into my ear like the most exciting of secrets. i fill them up and give them away when i want to.
i have stacks upon stacks of them at home, i want to tell him. i keep them selfishly — a page out of my books is strange. i never take pages out of my books.
i give him a page out of my book before i leave. in return, he spins a story of his own into mine, a dragon.
he does not know but with that page i have given away a piece of my own heart.
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all the girls are enamoured with him. the boys, too. how could they not be? i feel a secret joy when he chooses me. maybe love is a little selfish, after all.
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he watches me draw more keenly than anyone else has ever done. there are city girls who come and go but not many know my craft.
with that i like to tell myself that i am special.
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maybe tomorrow i will talk to him again.

yeah see like. if you're not ready and you PREFACE whatever you do with "by the way i'm not as prepared as I want to be" then that's FINE. at least people have a heads up. but if you're like here look at me and then people find mistakes with your work, not being ready is not an excuse

i have dedicated a shrine to another boy, too
he's cute, talented and he dances like the wind and he dedicates his life to his craft but i shall watch him from afar