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Petals, she loves me, she loves me not.
The wind laughs WHOOSH
She loves me not.
Trying trying, out of love
7th time this lifetime.
Ugly brother'..
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Is one long short story with imaginary chapters.
One slow, aching and perpetual adaptation to your environment.
A barely cohesive chain reaction to ..
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Because God forgot to think this thing out before he created it.
He left us to make mountains out of molehills,
Pole vaults out of hops, murders apr..
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I am watching an empty pedestal that belongs to the woman I love.
I am watching myself. Cutting open cans of rotten goods the most emaciated wouldn't..
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Yea, you go ahead and take your
Skills.
Take your natural born ability to
Be you.
Cuz it was all you, wasn't it?
The fire inside an empty heart..
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I wish we could be more coherent.
Staring at a relfected image like
Its a question mark.
Claiming to love what we can't
Even understand.
Embracin..
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Two kinds of people in this life:
The sufferers
And the saints.
The saints suffer, of course.
But they've usually suffered.
The sufferers cont..
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I won't mind growing old.
Once I get to a certain point,
I won't hear much any more.
ANd I won't stuff aids in my ears
I'll simply go without list..
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Iwish the walls wore
Mirrors that never cracked.
I wish I could feed myself enough
Dopamine
To fall in love with the sight of me
Or even my own v..
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Sorry Isaac Brock. I used a few lines from "The World at Large" by Modest Mouse in this.
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