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I almost feel sorry that they patch up my life bringing them in and shoving them out by instinct by nature by right I almost feel sorry ..

I could never hold someones hand for longer than their attention span because I had other hands to attend to and bottles to break Life was sh..

No more glass eyes and love poems Second thoughts and milestones Fake roses and mocking birds Long nights and short words Now please Stop ..

Dream that I'm everywhere, That I'm saving the day while smiling, That you dream of me as I dream of you. Dream that I dont make mistakes any..

I never see her face, only her wake. She would not be dreamt about, but would be the dream I wish I had. My Dream: The state of matter in whic..

Internalized iconoclastic bipedal being of thought… Starving, in need of food for thought, in need… Peacefully overriding evil emoti..

The Whiskey Journals - Pages from the edge of a young mind struggling with the complication of complacency. 8/14/06 "BYOB, Cause the ..

how long must the sickness persist a cist that cannot be controlled or told and instead stays cold to new worlds that unfold into bold ideas that ..