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In the confinement of my neatly cluttered room,
I sometimes stand naked in front of a patch on my door where a mirror could
sit,
but doesn’..
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I’m
learning that the definition of love is more of a universal fling than the act
of loving singular and indefinitely.
That love is real bu..
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Things don’t change; people are just better at dealing with the situationspresented.My footsteps are barelynoticeable along thecreaky floorboard..
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This morning I woke up and it had felt like I had never been to sleep.And when I gave my sister a hug as she was leaving, it didn’t feel real.I ..
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Last night I dreamed,Of places and friends I’ve never seen,And my heart was beating so effortlessly,That my real heart seemed to stop.And in tha..
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Nights make me feel singular.A distant pace between the new and old; an idling car with no driver.Surrounded by silent pianos and empty bottles of liq..
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I think
it’s fucked up how you stole all corners of my mind;
the places I used to hide.
It’s a back and forth motion,
like the mornin..
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As every day goes by,I become a little less angry, and a little more numb.I can’t tell if it’s from the lack of human contact or just the ..
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I write about you from time to time.But don't we all?All of us who want to remember?
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It’s in the morning before the sun starts to rise that my heart is the heaviest.That I’m the most quiet.It’s calm, but the wind is s..
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