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Ren-writes-things
Ren-writes-things
All the beautiful words have already been spoken
punched a wall until my knuckles were blue cut my thighs until they dripped red smoked my lungs black to match my heart and yet I still looked fine to you
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Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
still look fine
your horoscope compared you to the sunrise it may seem dumb, but i think it's true you are the most beautiful thing that I could aspire to wake up to
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 10:32 AM UTC
sunrise
all the beautiful words have already been spoken all the good hearts have already been broken ~ maybe that's why the rhymes come to us and we build ourself back up from the dust
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May 15, 2015
May 15, 2015 at 4:03 PM UTC
a word on words
Why do we live like this? Can we even call it living? Teeth bared at the demons we cannot fight Howling at the moon with our eyes closed Don't you get that we are wolves now? Starved for happiness This is the people we've become Dragging our maimed limbs through the darkness Searching for the promised land
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May 13, 2015
May 13, 2015 at 6:45 PM UTC
We are wolves now
Last spring we uncovered our souls And you became a part of me Your laugh, you smile, your smell All of it mingling with the season But spring it passed and flowers grew Just as I grew apart from you Though I don't see your face any more I think of you with the season's return
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:47 PM UTC
Season's return
and i would light fires to feel the heat and see the light i know i cannot be
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May 11, 2015
May 11, 2015 at 6:43 PM UTC
lighting fires
"Here's something that will make you better" "Is it more pills?"
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May 1, 2015
May 1, 2015 at 9:20 PM UTC
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I had hoped to see galaxies in your eyes, I was only reminded of the emptiness of space
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:06 PM UTC
Galaxies
I wish I could be happy without having to take pills I wish I didn't cry when I fall asleep in your arms I wish I knew how to make you happy, because you deserve it more than I do
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Mar 2, 2015
Mar 2, 2015 at 10:57 PM UTC
Three wishes
I saw you once as I picked out a novel It was a quiet bookstore and you sat on the floor Your hair was pale blond like the sun on the snow Ripped jeans, a shade of blue to match your eyes You were beautiful, you know. I still think of you now. What ifs swirling in my mind like an endless storm
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Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
The girl from the bookstore