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matalie-niller
American Words are neat.
Freedom is like earth to the shore eats away, becomes part of mosaic tiles of all everything pieces in every flavor no not humans not there but anywhere I can see the perfect one it is for me cut me loose and like a bird released a messenger to the wild listen to the fragments, light and air and cold and trees what are they all? They are free: free from the burden of choices, which slowly erode never showed the passion in a moment's pass barely contain my enthusiasm
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:48 PM UTC
Sentimental
I would never or would I hard to tell when it's you easy to analyze someone on the outside doesn't need all the facts a proper conclusion but from the inside can't really say how you feel about the day or if it even matters or if it should to you difficult to know for sure if the bugs bite for your blood or because you're already decomposing so what is it, exactly which is more accurate are you alive and thriving or slowly rotting inside each step closer to a less than legendary hault
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:45 PM UTC
Leaves of Glass
Confounded by the notion- tough calls made by high hitters holy rollers pushing perps towards methods needles and thread heart of lead logs split the stems of the reasons, sob stories, trust issues daddy problems it's all the same to some the proletariat guilty and prestigious what a winning combo lacked freeness, full of this knowledge can't write worth a **** **** poor, not anymore since passion was absorbed a dried up, muddy ****** spring is coming! spring is coming! One if by land you if by me.
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Mar 8, 2015
Mar 8, 2015 at 9:39 PM UTC
Gypsy
On nights like these when I feel the absolute singularity of my soul I sit and I think of anything I possibly can but you- can't say why exactly, I don't think of you often, not explicitly, but I know that you are always in the deep recesses of my thoughts lurking you are no longer who I knew, you are a concept not alive but merely subsisting on my former affections- I don't know who you are today or why I feel that even though we belong not at all to each other I feel responsible left out and yet I know if I were to know just what you do between the hours of awake and asleep if I knew what you were seeing in your dreams I would fall apart millions of shattered shards of pain I would rather never see or speak to you again than to know the truth of your existence without me.
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Oct 13, 2014
Oct 13, 2014 at 9:58 PM UTC
your truths
I want to move on false I want you back I desire for time to be rewound to the time last year we were laying on my bed the sun was going down and we were just talking listening to music being in love but I think you've forgotten trying you want me gone and I don't understand- it's so easy to me, if you love someone, love them. End of story. If they're worth it you will fight. But it seems to me that you forgot how worthy I am orphaned heart left to learn how to breathe again, to go about each day beating weakly, trying to grow stronger trying to forget that it was forgotten trying to just get by and hoping you'll remember just what it is that makes being apart so painful
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Jul 4, 2014
Jul 4, 2014 at 6:31 PM UTC
trying
Where are the men? Not the boys the guys the dudes I'm talking "men"; I don't want a cowboy, no guns or big cars, though a gym membership would be nice, a respectful m-a-n quiet passionate willing to fight for love to look a woman (me) in the eye and say "I'm scared" to cook dinner every once in a while to write a heartfelt poem and remember that you like wine and not beer, to plan special dates for your anniversary to treat you like the intelligent woman you are I know they exist maybe met a few before I just wish they could teach my heart to stop pining for a little boy whose heart moved on before I grew up.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:40 PM UTC
search party
you say you love me then you say I hold you back you say I'm amazing then you laugh about how I thought "this" would last you ignore me until I break then you hold my hand and say you missed me. you are more messed up than I ever imagined and I feel embarrassed for continuously fighting a battle that you left months ago. I wish I could be as heartless as you- just shut my eyes and hold my breath, try to forget until it all just disappeared- but I know you. I remember when you were by my side while I cried I remember when you told me I could never do anything to make you stop loving me I remember when we were just a boy and a girl, so innocent first meeting first kiss first admission of love I remember but you want to forget want to run away from difficult feelings and responsibility you don't care about how I feel and I feel an awful lot of awful as you leave and erase me I ache and break. I. Hate. You. but why can't you just love me like you used to?
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:28 PM UTC
one angry bish
it's hard to say exactly what it is to get your heart broken- three times, to be exact by the same person- difficult to discern why it is you keep going back but maybe it's simple: you love them you miss the way your life was with them, so why was it so easy for them to cut and run? they say "I still love you" "I wish we could be together" so why can't we? long distance ***** but do you know what ***** more? living without your other half.
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Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 10:22 PM UTC
what's in a pain
I think I think of things in a way that alters not their reality but my own true ways of being happy around them. I think that I think so much that the world around me warps into a nightmare filled with people the dreaded people making me interact talk have feelings my thoughts make them monsters who want either to hurt me or wish that I would disappear altogether but mostly I think my thoughts can be tamed with a little courage from my cowardly lion soul I can be dare I say it content
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Feb 20, 2014
Feb 20, 2014 at 12:23 AM UTC
I think
so I'm back on it probably for the best- hard to know how soon is too soon not soon enough the brain is a delicate creature never was one for chemistry, but I digress it's worth a million nights of restlessness loss of libido a whole new mind for the moments of not feeling quite so afraid
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Jan 7, 2014
Jan 7, 2014 at 11:41 PM UTC
feels