// entry six //

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9:57pm, Thursday 4th of June 2015


// it's a metaphor: I want to spill my beans in the most cliche of analogies and I want you to know me inside and out in the most overused metaphoric kind of ways //


// difference: the difference between you and i sweetheart is not our age, although we are a few years apart. it is not the colour of our skin which mine might be a few shades lighter. it isn't even our names which have first letters that are on the complete opposite sides of the alphabet. the difference between you and i darling is that i don't let those kind of characteristics define me. //


// smoker: he breathed in toxins, he inhaled a literal ideal of death and yet it confused me how yet still he managed to hold an irrational fear of such small things like heights and spiders. //


// bullseye: i became a target for his fictitious abuse and he wondered why his dreamt up girl became a recluse in his made up world. //


// space-time continuum: he had black holes in his heart that not even the entirety of the universe could fill. //

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