It's late, and I'm still thinking about you. ​"I am addicted. She is my bottle of vodka. She is my cookie crumbs. She is the…

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Tsunami I'm as messed up as this poem. This just might not make sense. Home. It's a strange place You never know where you'll feel…

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An overused cliché.

Be it a ring in the cake, a stereotypical place in the house or an overused phrase, clichés are inevitable. Why do we detest them as much as we do?

How often do you think about me?

When someone touches your hair/Laughs at your jokes/Hurts you/Or just watches you giggle endlessly [..]