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Hold ItIt's like holding your breath for a minute.Hold It by ~HopelessCase
If you haven't experienced that sensation, go ahead and try it now since you've got nothing to lose and it'll help you better understand the story.
That first twenty seconds is like a walk in the park. Like, gosh, I didn't know I was so gifted at holding my breath. I am the best.
Then about halfway through it, you start feeling a pressure, right? Not exactly a panic, but you are just waiting for the moment when you can just start breathing again-- like normal.
Just five seconds after that you start panicking a little. Oh, god it has only been five seconds… how am I going to handle twenty-fi
Simple OperationHe hated himself for sitting so frozen. "It's really a simple operation, Jig," he said. "It's not really an operation at all." He was totally still except for his mouth it felt like.Simple Operation by ~HopelessCase
The girl looked at the ground the table legs rested on. She was blank and hidden. Her voice was surprisingly strong despite having been silent for what seemed to be hours and hours as she said and not asked, "And you think then we'll be all right and be happy."
"I know we will. You don't have to be afraid. I've known lots of people that have done it." He didn't. He knew one person who had but he never met her. There was silence again. The warm wind blew the bea
WantI want him.Want by ~HopelessCase
This rapt and
mulling want.
That pine, that perish
we all know.
I want him to hum into my ear,
hushed,
beneath my ceiling of stucco.
I want him to stop
bustling, bustling
me, with arms
so his head can rest
at the base of
my neck on
my back.
I want him to reach for my hand
his quiet movement from a calm
I lack.
I want him to map out trails
on soft
skin as we lay
discussing the texture of linen.
I want him to sing to himself
as he walks calmly
through
the kitchen.
I want him to smile against my
chest because my
hand in his
hair lulls him
to sleep.
I want him to photograph
an instant, a
subtle
Love Dazed 
oh and i better see you tomorrow at Woodstocks!
And I have a poem interpretation contest going on 
