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Rich In LoveIf I were a moneyed human, / I would buy us our first home. / I would buy the paint and knick-knacks
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Feb 4, 2014
TiredI am tired. / I am tired of not sleeping. Tired of trying to stay awake, because each time I try to sleep every bad thought and guilty feeling consumes my mind’s fatigue and internalises the stress into energy. My anxiety can keep my mind running all night long. I am tired of running without crossing any distance. Running without moving is an exercise my mind is too out of shape to survive. I’m tired of running away. Each step pounds the point home that I am a coward. Each pound pushes the earth down until it reaches the other-side, causing another step along the way. The eternal footrace soldiers on thanks to the anxiety engine. / I’m tired of fear. Repetitive worry exhausts every other thought from existing, so fear becomes the constant state. I’m so fluent in fear that I twitch at every sound and grip at every surface. My mouth is so prepared to scream that simple phrases of love and compassion, or even pleasantries and common courtesy involve intense concentration to untie my tongue.
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Nov 8, 2013
Cow PajamasYour cow pajamas make me smile. / Their pink, covered in little bubbly bovines, and they smell like you. / As much as I love them for their adorable nature, they would be so much better if you were actually wearing them.
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Sep 16, 2013
Ten Minutesa shrugged jacket, / leaving arms to sudden cold. / it's so alone in this room.
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Oct 9, 2010
MisconceptionYou seemed like a token at first, / as horrible as that sounds. / like a decoration for the girls,
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Sep 8, 2010
DeadlineIt's like skipping to the end of the book. / you know the outcome, but miss the fun of reaching the end naturally. / that's how it feels.
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Sep 8, 2010
I knew you more, once.words intertwined like legs. / *** idealism / in everything you said.
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Sep 7, 2010
CoatAging face with boyish charm, / broad shoulders to care-free arms, / manly nave to dancers hip,
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Aug 15, 2010
Most Of AllI miss the butterflies and the trouble they would cause, / they would fly too far from me and I could never catch them all, / They would stay with the ones they flew for and wait for me to find them,
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Aug 15, 2010
I AmI am a tress-passer on the land belonging to the noble. / I am a sheep in wolves clothing. / I am nothing more than a ******* child of ignorance and closed windows.
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Aug 15, 2010
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