maybe i'll just write a book instead
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she thought about the lives of the authors, artists, and musicians whose music, words, and visions swirled in her head.
these lives weren't filled with glamour, although they have been dramatized that way. in those books, songs and pictures she found betrayal, breakdowns and blues. in those places she found her own life. nothing but the daily laundry.
she thought of her own little world and the life in it. the rest of the world got the best of him - the sugar and spice. she got the fights and the fucking.
she thought of how little she was offering also as she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
she thought about the lives of the authors, artists, and musicians whose music, words, and visions swirled in her head.
these lives weren't filled with glamour, although they have been dramatized that way. in those books, songs and pictures she found betrayal, breakdowns and blues. in those places she found her own life. nothing but the daily laundry.
she thought of her own little world and the life in it. the rest of the world got the best of him - the sugar and spice. she got the fights and the fucking.
she thought of how little she was offering also as she closed her eyes and went back to sleep.
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contemplative
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