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are you sick of being human yetare you sick of being human yetits not guaranteedbut i bet it happens soon. you will never love the moon. and you will ..
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it is likepassing upan orgasm that means something,physical contact does not merely stimulatebut relievesand love that forces life todigress from the ..
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And i say so with
the bitter
taste of
love lost
sitting still
on my
tongue.
the taste of her
mouth after
she smoked her
ill nerves to
death..
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One day this stupidlittle life of mineswill end in a storm of tears.A note or,should I have the patience of a fool,a full bottleof pills - which I did..
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Spendingmy life timelosing things.Be it breath,money,or love.I was born at myownhalf-life.
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Looking at people who don't notice me reminds me of time spent with you.i bet I only cross your mind when you recollect on being bored.Cross the count..
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Entitled Plath because a friend entitled hers Sylvia, and really, Plath is so much more of a cooler word/name than Sylvia. Seriously.
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fine, you'll havehis connoisseurand united state ofaffection.and thenthe tiny spacein your head thatrecognizes my facewill be hollowedlike an empty gr..
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peopleonly chasedreams.their ideals,and theirsaviors.you can look ahead,to a future dimlylit.where fog has the thickness of a cloud.you can look behin..
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Everything here is monochrome.She left,and took the color with her.And the pigmentsin the pavement marking her impatientpacingare fadingmuch slower th..
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