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How many hours can I go without you on my mind? How many distractions, how many consecutive competitive games.. How many shots of vodka.. How many prayers.. How many sleepless nights.. How many nights of too much sleep, because sleep keeps me from feeling.. How many can I go before that little wolf avatar flashes upon my screen and my heart slams into the floor without fail every time? Can you hear me? Can you see me? Do you look but not react because you're afraid you'll fall back in? Do you listen but never speak because your heart is being torn apart beneath that clean and clever exterior? DO YOU KNOW HOW MUCH IT HURTS?! Can you feel it t

I really like the way you speak. The way your laugh peeks through your cleverly articulated words. The way I can almost but not quite hear the expression in your voice. How much do you hide, my dear? Will I ever be allowed to know? Such grace mixed with fluid passion. How do you remain this... this... This incredible? I can't help but indulge my wandering mind. I see your neatly stitched exterior, but what's underneath when the seams unravel? Will I ever be allowed to know? What don't you show those of us who are only voices in your ears? I am ever curious to know, as I will remain. You can never know what I think of you. You can never know h

A mother bird lays her eggs in the flimsy branch of a sapling, a shoddy nest made a warm home for her fledglings to be. With a soft coo and flutter, she cradles her young, protecting them from the swaying of a mediocre tree. Mother bird sings a song of jubilee as her eggs tremble neath her feet, breaking free of their cages, breathing in life for the first time. Seven. Seven baby birds, a'burst from their eggs, all peeping and screeching in the tiny tree's shade. A storm is igniting above the small tree. The branches take damage. A mother is hurt. As she recovers, her babies are stirring, confused and excited by the crackling winds. A wing w