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Think about how I feel sometimes. That is how relationships work.
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I am not
your rainbow colored butterfly
or distraction;
I don't think anyone knows
what
or who
I am
and I don't feel like talking,
not to you..
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I might put this to music, I don't know.
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I am a testament
to statistic.
I need the validation,
the crutch,
to help me stumble into sunlight,
and breathe,
exhaling the damp sorrow
that ..
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Beethoven's 7th does wonderful things to my mind.
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You are that bullet to my psyche,
the breaking point
that sent me flying off the edge,
the final, glorious descent into madness
that feeds this de..
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Not poetry.
A short story.
A very short story. But it was theraputic, so that's okay, I guess.
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Here I go again.
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yep.
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I think I'm losing my mind sometimes.
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