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In the past,
I have spoken of a war.
I've been fighting it from inside.
And I've been losing.
I almost died several times.
I was almost slain by ..
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You can walk a thousand miles into nothingness,
and turn around to have nothing behind you.
The sands of no destination echo emptiness around you.
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Each time is the same.
Its the same exposure of agony,
the same feeling that was burned into your mental receivers.
Maybe it was the smell of burni..
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i like to mix stuff together.. whether it was pepsi and macaroni when i was nine, or when i make non alcoholic cocktails(no alcohol cuz i got none)...
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There is a coat, that of which surrounds my flesh.
It is heavy, but I wear it upon my shoulders and reach my arms into the sleeves.
The smell of fir..
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There are a few of those that know how I am when I'm "fun".
When I'm not spitting curses on my best friend's boyfriend,
when I'm not sitti..
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Perhaps it is just the darkness around me..
Or maybe it is that my friends, the stars, are ever fast drifting away.
Sure, I threw one love away to b..
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idk why my mind has had this influx of thoughts lately.. but they need to be explained before something happens
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at the moment of writing this I feel very unstable.
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a futuristic tale about a 'man' who breaks every single law in physics
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