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| many many times you have crossed this line, and believe you me i've kept my eyes on you, prize.
you don't really have a leg to stand on, gnawing your limbs off slowly in your attempts to escape this.
sometimes i think i have no promise as an author. that my words are vapid wastes. that i will quit this and do something domestic. i don't really fucking care about writing or being alive sometimes.
Some times.
is enough times to make the difference.
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| all those times that i wish i had no emotions or that i wished i couldn't feel anything.
and now i got what i wanted but i never thought it'd be this bad. i don't want to be here, can someone show me home? and i mean show me where there is home for me, where my feet don't ache and my mind doesn't race.
home without the you. | | |
| runnin, i am. runnin. or at least im tellin people i am. i really am not though. i am sitting. on a wooden table like a glass of ice cold lemonade, getting my condensation on the table in the shape of a circle, a neverending cycle. i been lyin, you see. havent been helping myself. havent been reading up on anything. ive been staring and bragging and lying to everone oh yes. not at all productive or okay, but im pretty sure that every other human is doing it too so that makes the sickness in my stomach go to a happier place. been singing all
my words lately they
just sort of flow out then
and its completely understandable
to other humans, which makes
my job as translator a lot easier.
so you see
everything i am doing is just making crutches
for the lazy americans who cant do anything
without being pushed or forced
or otherwise manipulated
been manipulating so much lately
and it is a sickness
don't you listen to
those fuckers who tell you
that it isnt. its
a big black sickness. | | |
| i love it. the smell, the feel, you. its great. i love it. never did i think that after all my fucking around with stupid boys with nice hair and holes in their head id find a chin clenched, always offended, rip mode masterpiece. your not perfect, but youll do. i never supposed ide turn into one of those girls that would be sitting in a too expensive apartment holding a beer with this seriously attractive mothafucka that i not only get to go home with, but call the next day? this is all too weird, i shoulda hit it and quit it. who fucking knew, i mean who really knew that ide go awol and find a keeper. | | |
| smile, it cant get worse. you made every harsh emotion in my body show itself to you, you met the beast. i let you into the deepest frowns in my dispostiton, introduced me to the wrinkles on my forehead, showed you upside down rightside up. you just smiled. you felt the fire, you tasted the fear, your here. welcome. | | |
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