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♻ ☮ ♉ ☣ ♀ ☬ ⚤ ➦ spam. anon. lyrics. comm. invite. boredum. add me? whatever. kthxbyz. ❣ |
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you are the drug i can't release from the syringe i'm squeezing so tight i will shatter you holding myself so tight so up tight self control but breaking your vial oozing between my fingers warm and thick turning my hand to lick it clean sweet and sticky on my tongue the buzzing in my ears sucking glass out of my cuts slight haze on the edge of my vision my stomach is knotted can hardly breathe tilting my head back mouthes open our eyes meet i struggle to clean the glass from the floor |
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I should be writing an essay, not writing on scribbld, but old habits die hard right? Miss you all so much so I'm hoping I'll be back around. Apartment is going fabulously, no roomies so tis just me for now. I really should write this essay. I'll be around again later I'm sure. Love. |
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At work in a meeting, killing time. Went to the dentist, yay for no more chipped teeth! Spent some time last night with Amanda watching the thunderstorm. It was lovely. That is essentially all. EDIT Also, FireFox3 came out today. I'm sorta excited. It's rather pretty. I'm a fan of the buttons meself. Nerds of the world rejoice in all that is Mozilla's greatness! |
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Nope, not dead, just bored out of my mind at work. Going to see Jen again today for the first time since March-ish. In about 15 minutes actually. Things here are just crazy, fucking crazy. |
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Started my first day at work for the summer today. It's been mad boring but it could always be worse. I'm just out of sorts right now I think. Things are just really odd right now for me and so I'm not entirely sure where I'm at. I moved home yesterday so that's a treat, and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Alyssa and I are supposed to play tennis this afternoon but I think it's going to rain. Honestly, I'm just really not myself today, it's something between deja-vu and the twilight zone. |
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I WRITE TO I want to write about the way a raindrop slides down the glass of a windowpane and create that image in your mind, to stir the feelings I know you possess and make you understand the emptiness in my own soul, to relate to you beyond words on a page and tap into some universal experience where you can feel my heart beat, to bring you to tears of compassion, remorse or anything that can set you free and let go of the numbness that humanity holds tightly to. |
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voices echo softly behind earbuds through the classical overtones of under ripened feelings and over grown remorse empty reverberations inside between walls holding entities who eternity has left behind and salvation has forgotten I want you to remember me as more than someone who criticized our existence and tripped over my own words see me for who I am for who I was for who I can be |
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it's late in the day and it’s misting she’s waiting as tiny teardrops settle on limp petals white against her black nails the dogwood trees are in bloom how to create a cobblestoned portrait of the scene outside the window it’s misting and the colors have bled together a wash of grey on the palette the clouds have bled the world’s colors a red convertible stands against the monochromatic reflection a yellow mustang tempts the sun but can’t offer up enough incentive I’m wondering what she smells like if her lips taste like chapstick or sunshine for she is seeking sunshine in the showers April wouldn’t claim |
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a balcony bright stars shine through a cold cloudless sky breathing smoke against the clear air faces cast in shadows of a new moon the outline of a profile against a streetlight |
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