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dj
American the role of the artist is exactly like the role of the lover. if i love you, i have to make you concious of the things you don't see.
finally escaping from a burning building after being trapped for what seemed like an eternity. i stayed in there with you for as long as i could the fire stung my skin and inflamed my lungs and my heart ached as it pumped smoke saturated blood through my veins i feared being reduced into a pile of ash if not already done so... nevertheless, i escaped. you were not worth the burns, scars, and black lungs that i got from sitting in that burning building with you d.j.
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Jan 6, 2014
Jan 6, 2014 at 12:11 AM UTC
letting you go was like
being trapped in a burning building until the thick smoke burnt my lungs. i stayed with you beneath the flames even though it was slowly killing me. all around me i watched everything burn; the had beens and once was-es reduced to smokey nothingness. my naive lungs filled with smog still would not leave you. maybe it was my clouded judgement due to the the lack of oxygen that made me think the fire would evaporate the tears as well... d.j.
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 11:50 PM UTC
loving you was like
i tried to get you out of my veins but i cut vertically; they could not stitch me up d.j.
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Jan 5, 2014
Jan 5, 2014 at 10:53 PM UTC
i bled out