by melanie altenbaugh   Jan 10, 2013

I get weak at the strangest of times and I know in these moments, it's making me stronger.

I felt numb the entire flight to the west coast. You had your hand on my heart and you were squeezing for the slightest reaction. You win because I cried but the old guy next to me that smelled didn't seem to notice. Ever feel alone in a crowded room? I could have sworn I was screaming in 8a but no one cared to look up from their magazines. I must be the only one hearing my own desperation. That's right, I'm desperate but the harder you try to forget, the easier it is to remember.


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