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give me sunflowers
I can always paint them black
hold your breath
I'm not coming back.
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once was told that l*ve is a four letter word
as bad as saying f*ck is what i heard.
never will that word cross these lips
but what if it's a freud..
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taking a small part from each person
I make a fit into each little niche
only too happy to keep the pieces separate
I've never tried tofind a whole..
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you're so bad, not bad like cool
but bad like you leave a rotten taste on my tongue
you used to be so fun, so young.
you're so sick, not sick like ..
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thereis nothing that feels so right which you can't make feel so WRONG
these nights have given new life
a new animal growing inside,
new pieces of ..
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How long does anything last?
the joy, the smiles, the forgiveness, the lust...
I only want what you're wililng to give
I'll ask for no more and liv..
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This is not the point of the story but it is important; I like to run. Most importantly, (besides the point of this story) I like to run in the hi..
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of all the feelings felt
I'm never too sure on which ones are real
too many too often to tell a difference
anger, frustration, warmth and contentme..
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"what are you doing?"
getting ready
"where are you going?"
none of your business
"when will you be back?"
later
Th..
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it's not real, it's not real
laying in bed, not a muscle moving
my eyes search the room for clarity
looking for something to prove my thoughts wron..
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