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obliviousoblivion
obliviousoblivion
these are my thoughts and I don't really intend for them to be perfect
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Mar 31, 2016
Mar 31, 2016 at 3:19 AM UTC
Things I have to say to you:
I can't even get out of bed all these unnatural thoughts in my head they're all dragging me down by a single thread "oh no" they said, "you're over exaggerating" then why does everything feel so aggravating? I can't elaborate on how I feel oh man, what's the big deal I'm falling apart... but I guess good things fall apart in order to create new starts
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Jul 31, 2015
Jul 31, 2015 at 2:30 PM UTC
crazy
don't you dare tell me I'm special and make me feel good in my own skin if you're just going to take that away from me when you leave don't you dare tell me I'm beautiful then forget how to see don't you dare tell me what I mean to you if you're going to act like it was all nothing don't you dare tell me how you feel about me as if it was all a dream don't you dare tell me that you don't want to lose me then go on and take everything don't you dare tell me that you didn't feel a thing -that I meant nothing to you -that leaving me was as easy as it was to hold me don't you dare......leave
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Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 12:34 AM UTC
don't you dare
how could you do this to me..
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Apr 20, 2015
Apr 20, 2015 at 9:23 PM UTC
Untitled
our deal was that we'd wait a minute see what we could make of it my hair was in my eyes and your ears were shut tight we listened to what we felt not knowing what would be dealt I slowly let myself go continually saying that I was, you know, "going with the flow" it started with the single excuse of wanting to ask questions but we both knew your intentions you let me go pretending I'd have no woe so then I opened up tightly and let you in politely but you refused and so you took your things and left me singing the blues
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
Our Deal
so breathless so mistaken, I tell you you left me breathless what a mistake, you
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Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 4:33 AM UTC
my problem
I'm not suicidal but **** I wish I was dead
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Jan 28, 2015
Jan 28, 2015 at 10:46 PM UTC
Untitled
I'm always sad now all I do is whine and cry even if it's all on my own time people always ask me what's wrong? but now I just respond with I'm tired I feel so broken-down I just want to leave this town no one will know that I've been stuck in oblivion for so long
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Jan 16, 2015
Jan 16, 2015 at 9:27 PM UTC
Always Tired
You were the boy at the bus stop your soft-spoken voice -so conscious and sweet you were shy, quiet, and a bit un-easy something about you caught my attention for more than a brief second your eyes- bigger than mine i fell into them so quickly i didn't know it at the time, but soon you would be mine everything about being with you just felt so right i didn't have to worry about anything...... other than how sweaty my hands got when i held yours because of how incredibly nervous i was every time i saw you slowly, i started to picture everything that was wrong it was too good what we had was so superficial everything about us just seemed like a sham we didn't fight or argue it was always just me trying to make everything feel real i couldn't focus on who i wanted to be because every single thought i had was about you and me maybe i thought you could make me genuinely happy i thought i loved you i wasn't ready for this i forced myself into something because i thought it would help me figure out who i need to be i was unfair to you- i made you fall for me when i just needed to be free now every time i see you, i look away because i can't bare the thought of seeing you go through anything because of me i took your innocence- i didn't deserve it and i, sure as hell, don't deserve you
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Jan 10, 2015
Jan 10, 2015 at 4:52 PM UTC
apprehensive love
we are so consumed with, what is referred to as, consuming thoughts -the ones that eat our brains out till we cannot think for ourselves it's like someone, or even something, has traded our mind for a slab of clay with this slab of clay we must create art it'll make us feel like we need to tear everything apart we'll start from scratch, over and over again till our head is shaking with aches and pains -but still we continue to make whatever we are doing into its best form because we don't want to stop till we are no longer disappointing ourselves and even after it's perfect we are still left in despair because we are writers, with yet again another empty slab
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Jan 6, 2015
Jan 6, 2015 at 11:29 PM UTC
dysfunctional writing cycle