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ForgettableAnd it hurts, feeling like your forgettable. / Feeling like if you leave the room, coming back doesn’t matter. / I have to throw my hands in your face for you to remember me.
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May 29, 2013
It's Been RumoredIt must exist like they say / The poets, the artists, the drunks / For, where did it come from if not from within?
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May 19, 2013
I Won't Come Up For AirHow is it still so easy after years of holding my breath to have never asked for air? I am inhaling all of you, every bit of oxygenated lust and attraction I can get. But it is not just lust, it is wishes and hopes and predictions of what I wish the future would hold. Of what it could hold. / I will never gasp for air, never once ask to let it go, because if I lose but a molecule of that perfect mixture, a part of me goes with it. And I am far too selfish to let myself lose it. To lose you. / I see the light up ahead, and I inhale the winds of change, the smell of progression that you exude in my presence, and in my memories. My thoughts roll and roll with the waves of you dazzling and rumbling like the constant breathtaking sunset you are.
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May 1, 2014
RainI don’t feel bad. / There is something significant and peaceful in the air. / I see everyone running past, dodging raindrops like the bullets of battle.
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Nov 9, 2014
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