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 In grade 8 I really hated this girl so I collected the sugar from my pack of sour patch kids and gave it to her saying its cocaine and she actually  snorted it and at recess she pretended she was high and she was called crack whore for the rest of the year. Now she does real crack and blames me saying I got her addicted. She still doesnt know it was just sugar

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The Accidents (a poem)

thissometimepoet:

The Accidents



I’m dazzled
by the accidents
that Love makes
bringing two people
together
who don’t fit
as if we’re puzzle pieces
that’s he’s going to
make work somehow
even though
you are definintely
a part of the sky
with a bit of tree in it
while I appear to be
some section of a bridge
though we’ll never know
for sure
since Love hides
the cover of the box
so well
we never get to see
the way the picture
is supposed to look.

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