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28/F/American
i wanna be someone you don't yet know i wanna be your promise of tomorrow your calm of kisses before the storm if i could be the first night girl again i'd never let you in i'd let you taste the sweetest parts of me i'd only be your joy i wanna be the first night girl id sacrifice being whole i'd save you from all the ugly parts to be again your world
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Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC
i wanna be the first night girl
here you are. at a ******* standstill. sitting on the fence of taking leaps, or going back to sleep breathing in all these insecurities. it’s sick because theyre not worth a ****** thing, not a ****** thing. cry for all the things you wont do cry for your sick, sad world cry for the doors you close, for the windows you wont open suffocate yourself, discourage every spark from turning into a flame. all the things that give you thrills are gone, and going. ******* fleeting. look at you, left behind alone with your crutches and your boundaries. ******* *******
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Feb 13, 2012
Feb 13, 2012 at 7:17 PM UTC
anxiety v2.
by guess and by god, headstrong, a recklessly charted course. ruled by intuition and ammunition we were captains together--but then the weather! clouded our stars, washed away our vision, tore our sails. my captain! i was desperate! for you: i jettisoned my heart, threw overboard my sensibility, let out all my rope until the Bitter End. but you mean to abandon ship! after all we've sailed through, and you mean to abandon ship. you've left me with the devil to pay, but instead i'll swallow the anchor, i'll swallow it whole. forgive my mutiny, but a dead captain is no captain, and the sea does own my soul.
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Nov 21, 2011
Nov 21, 2011 at 8:13 PM UTC
between the devil and the deep blue sea
good-for-nothin' belly-aching, belly-up collapsed into a puddle, i drip into the gutter can't separate my colors. past art is perverted, salt-saturated drops have made my vision run i am the river that i cannot cross if you won't be my stepping stone, i'll meet you down-stream.
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Nov 9, 2011
Nov 9, 2011 at 9:27 PM UTC
untitled.
i set you free. if you love me fly home to me. if you need a love fly back to me. this town is a cage, but we have the key.
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Jul 28, 2011
Jul 28, 2011 at 12:43 PM UTC
bird.
self destruction lies underneath my skin. i breed it in my bones it boils in the marrow. every move i make is against myself commands from a sickened brain it rules sadistically -- governed by anxiety failure pays the taxes, behold, a wealth of negativity spread throughout the rest of me. and, what a mockery my teeth have made of me! they only clench themselves and pretend. because now -- salty tears. bitter.bitter.bitter. i drink them up, and my mouth is left dry. it only waters my self destruction.
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Jul 15, 2010
Jul 15, 2010 at 10:28 AM UTC
self destruct
feel unearthed doubt bury anxious tears seedlings of sadness depression blooms.
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Jun 25, 2010
Jun 25, 2010 at 7:45 PM UTC
doubt.
i am certain that i am and that i am certainly ((not)) who i think i am. but i wish i could be who i was. then
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 12:52 AM UTC
myself.
we sat down and talked last night beer buzzed and campy, letting the smell of the fire penetrate your sweatshirt (which you would lend to me) and my hair (which you would later caress) and we floated in our remember-when's and remember-who's. i remember when i remember who me and you when we were timid and we were shy and the first time we met, it was with our eyes i saw a green that stopped me in my tracks because even at the naive age of five, i knew that it was the same green as the onion grass in my backyard which when spring came we always tasted and always hated how it lingered even after we had our apple juice and snacks
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Jun 10, 2010
Jun 10, 2010 at 12:36 AM UTC
my oldest friend (part one).
pullin' on my heart strings feelin' like a bee sting it was such a little thing but the feeling was big.
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Jun 9, 2010
Jun 9, 2010 at 11:29 PM UTC
big.