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was it enough to just be your friend sitting there i craved the taste of your skin the feel of your skinny arms wrapped tight then you were there ..

blurry days its so hazzy i can barely see high high high i felt my bed float past the cieling behind closed eyes the lights danced and twirled gho..

my thoughts make no sense i love him i do with him life is good its good before life wasnt always good sometimes it was downright terrible painf..

you dont want to live & you dont want to give in the worlds so beautiful in all of its waste your beds so empty you want to sink in your nothin..

the rains beating at my window as i stare outt i get up for a smoke sitting in the porch the cold air surrounding me i blow out thoughts and daydre..

how do you cure an everlasting hunger of the heart when it wants what the mind rejects? ............................................................

sitting on the floor all i could see was legs caging me to the ground moving and swaying i felt so sick as they pressed around me trapped my mind ..

my days are blending my existence faint food is bland noise too loud i crave sleep but closed eyes leads to nightmares where great artist haunt ..

he was supposed to be everything a lion lay behind those eyes raging trying to be set free pacing behind those black pupils eating him up inside ..

when the worlds bent down at your feet and memories are fading swiftly beneath the scenes lifes long past its getting hard to grasp reality doesnt..