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Crying tonightI don't know why I'm crying tonight
I don't know why I guess something isn't right
We said words we both regret
I guess I'm just pissed cause I haven't slept
But you didn't seem to notice me when I started to cry
Maybe you would have seen it if you looked me in my eyes
I just needed you to see how messed up I am today
I didn't mean to raise the walls but I guess that's how they will stay
Maybe it will go away
If you tell me everything will be okay
All my insecurities are lying on the floor
All these little fights we have just leave us sore
All I really want to hear is that you love my ev
The TypewriterThe Typewriter
It began and ended with a word.
Not a particularly strong or powerful word, but a word that changed everything. It wasn't too long or difficult to spell. It wasn't uncommon either. In fact, it was a perfectly ordinary word, but, I suppose, its commonplace origin is what made it so special.
I loved that word.
But the word doesn't mean much without the story along with it and I was always one for telling good stories.
I ignored the call from the other room and remained seated. That tone wasn't unfamiliar. Taking a bite from my toast, I waited for him to call again. It wouldn't be more than ten—
"Sammy! Come q
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`anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More