becca-brownWhisper

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attention whorei hate myself because i go out of my way to get attention and pity / sometimes it's hard for me to understand why / but then i walk into a house
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Jan 27, 2014
Best FriendsI thought I had a best friend once. / She was smart and / blonde and
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Mar 5, 2012
Boom-ba Boom-ba BangSomewhere inside me / is a heart beating drums together / boom-ba, boom-ba, bang
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Feb 26, 2012
EverythingI remember everything you tell me. / Every conversation, every joke, every compliment; / stuck there in my head with a staple gun
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Feb 25, 2012
everything is OkayAll day long, / there are explosions all around me. / Some times they're blue
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Jul 13, 2012
handsEager hands reach out, / brush the starlight / with the tips on their fingers.
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Jan 21, 2013
I Went to Prison TodayI do not feel sad or ashamed. / I do not feel anything. / I just am,
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Mar 2, 2012
Love I've KnownI have known love in intense volumes, but never have I known love with the same sickness which shrouded mine for you. Never have I looked at someone with such simultaneous loathing and adoration. Never have I wanted so much to be near someone, just as I find myself wishing I will never see them again. / And I have known love for an army of men. I have known love for the chilling sea, for the delicate beauties of life and love for the light of human souls. But never have I known a love like this and forever you will be my strongest weakness, my only weakness. You are like the lamp of a genie that traps me, holds me to this earth. To you I must always return, but to me your arms will always be barred. / And we sit across this room from one another, pretending to be friends, but we both know that we will never feel, never see, never breathe with such raw, burning clarity of passion as we did with one another and I catch your eye and lay my hand on your knee out of habit and your breath catches in confusion and I remember my place. I am not sitting on your lap and playing with your hair and cooing sweet things at you. I'm sitting across a room from you, and your ocean eyes wash waves of thought onto the muddy banks of mine and I feel your thoughts in my heart and I miss having the right to hold onto them. I miss the weight of them on my shoulder and the rip rip ripping of them into my soul and the way I sank further into the ground with each one I held.
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Jan 22, 2014
Lullaby Love SongEvery look / and every sound / everything I get from you
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May 3, 2012
MayaSkinny girl, / why don't you feed yourself? / Aren't you disgusted with your body?
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Mar 23, 2012
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