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For All Timei.For All Time
The tears have just spilt over—hot and rolling reluctantly because you’re not here to wipe them away. I try to be strong for you. I sit here flipping through parched sheets of notebook paper and scrolling through pages of internet monstrosities that repeat my inadequacies back to me. I can’t stop them from spilling out over keyboard and hands. I hide them like they’re a secret. The child hides her broken crayon beneath the desk…and silently the tears begin to roll in shame. Such blinding, illogical fear.
I’m listening t
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Not All HereThese days the world moves in slow motion— and still, my eyes can’t keep up.Not All Here
In the morning I’m never quite sure if I’m awake except because everything is blinding and bright—so bright! I drink my coffee. Then I say to myself, “This must be reality.” I can tell because
it hurts.
Inside my head there’s a cord and a plug— but mine’s a little loose as of late.
Somewhere in this middle earth: The birds are caressing the sides of a mountain, and the fins of a twenty foot fish flicker through mu
by ~VHiddenAwayV
on the side of a roadA thousand old lived-in couches where a million wandering souls have spent their nights—the hitchhiker with his rucksack over one shoulder, the girl with her makeup running, and the kind home that opened its arms to them. Let’s run away.on the side of a road
Just the thought of his hands all over you—pushing against you, and in you, and around your every memory of love—makes me so desperate to show you truth. I stumbled around, fumbling for my shoes and forgetting a jacket even though it was raining. I ran to you as it poured against my head. I found you slouched against the wall, pain r
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failingI was sitting in the passenger seat all quiet and folded into myself. I can never get my legs close enough to my chest, my head low enough, my hands hidden enough—all around me there is pain and colors popping invisibly in the darkness. It’s the smell of pot, the smell of egos and heartbreak, of too much perfume—why can’t we just face ourselves? These are the broken souls. This is the water—the lights swaying back and forth across the slush of winter hearts shivering from a streetlight or a late night argument. Clicking away—the music changes too quickly forfailing
by ~VHiddenAwayV
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It is pitch black. You are likely to be eaten by a grue.
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The OLDER you get the BETTER you get.... unless you are a BANANA
Just wanted to say hank you so much for the
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Some days I write those words, others they write me.
lol just thought id say
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A friend would lend you an umbrella in the rain, but a true friend would take yours and say "RUN BITCH, RUN!"
when you laugh, i laugh. when you cry, i cry. when you jump off a building... i wave
lol
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Darth Tori, Lightsaber Hands, Vampire of the Night. All shall fear me and despair!! o_O
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A friend would lend you an umbrella in the rain, but a true friend would take yours and say "RUN BITCH, RUN!"
when you laugh, i laugh. when you cry, i cry. when you jump off a building... i wave
lol
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... playing a game of patience
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Darth Tori, Lightsaber Hands, Vampire of the Night. All shall fear me and despair!! o_O
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