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If nobody’s listening, Then why do you speak? I lie lonely, Waiting for what I do not know, Waiting for everything. Tell me about infinit..

I’m headed south, To sit on a mountain Where I made my home once. I will sit on that mountain, In the arms of a man Who doesn’t lov..

Lunatic: I feel hope Looking at the moon. I feel death Looking at you. I can’t bear To stare at the sun, Just your shoulder, The one I..

I’m trying to fit my triangle Inside a square shaped hole. I’m getting frustrated At finding out my downfalls: I’m falling in ..

I’m no longer trying to be an accident, I’ve been there, I’ve done that, But I haven’t been able to do anything Of import..

Whirling hurricanes, Jokes I’ll never get, My inability to hula hoop, But I already got that. It’s not a newsflash That there&rsquo..

Your words are running through my head As I wonder what on Earth went wrong Besides everything in the universe. I’d gladly give up the feel..

Part II, following 'Loneliness is an Empty Gun.'

I’m looking through The label-maker To find one that Might fit me. Do you have Anything in A 34-26-38, A little here, A little there, ..

The pen bleeds. I am self-destructing. A phoenix, Falling further down Rather than rising From the ashes Of your heart. What have I done? ..