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Sometimes life is unbearable, this was one of those times. But as people we must remember, we have little control over our surroundings and the world,..
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Frozen under sheets of ice, hard, solid, whole, still.
uneffected by the turbulant tundra surrounding,
waiting, with no other choice.
till the thaw..
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if life was an egg. Mine would have been squirting it's guts all over inside my pocket at this point. I feel it's time to get out of this f*****g ..
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Clean bitter layers peel backwards as the smoke stained fingers fumble with a rain drenched match book unsuccessful in their attempt to catch some can..
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cut off my hair.
cut off everything I hate about this flesh.
steal away this broken soul.
your blades aren't nearly sharp enough for that.
L..
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Compartment 114
Compartment 114
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not so black.
I realized today that I use the word love much to liberally. But this one was felt.
ahem.
Crow
not so black. yet still, you ..
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There is this firey feeling in the pit of my stomach...
All I've ever wanted.
In anyone.
Is standing right in front of me and it hurts so muc..
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Inspiration
Lost
that's what he is
Running
from what he isn't sure
Star gazing
On a night he can barely remember
Wasting his yout..
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MayI be a leaf on your branch?
Oh to be the ant, slaving away at the base of your root.
The wind rustling your fruit
The spider pinning up his home..
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Postcards with pictures of sailboats and smiles are sent. Bottles of wine are shared between friends on a night when the wind brushes our shoulder..
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