I feel plugged up, and its not just the tampon talking- my head aches with confusion and perplexion and a little something more... but I lost the word for it yesterday when i was trying to define love with a thesarus instead of with real words- like the ones you spoke when you held me to your chest by the fire that turned to ashes in October, the day before Halloween, when you told me you were going to wear a costume that showed off your long hair and slim figure for all the guys at the party who wanted to look and I could tell them we were sisters, because you liked that word better than friends and I said either way it is a lie! And you said not anymore, I am tired of hiding behind closed doors and smiling facads. So you went to that party with a costume that made your long hair and slim figure more beautiful and tempting than I had ever noticed it was before. And to please you, I sat by the ashes in the fireplace and told some ken doll that you were my older sister.Birth sign: Not entered
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