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shattered-psyche
Just a melancholy soul
I'm afraid no, I'm terrified terrified of a world where you get to stare into the paradise that is your eyes as often as i do that you get to see the sunlight create a glimmer reminiscent of the shine of a diamond as it bounces off your smile that you see more than the curves in your gluteus that you learn that you're beautiful & get used to it that you learn the patterns of the palms of your hands & notice how the constellations pale in comparison to their beauty cause to be honest i'm petrified petrified by the thought that one day you'll learn to adore yourself as much as i adore you & realize that you deserve better.
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Oct 28, 2014
Oct 28, 2014 at 11:47 AM UTC
sweet dismay
I've fallen fallen badly to be honest I'm hooked on you infatuations a lot more of a dangerous drug than you'd think you said we'd never be that you were broken I want to fix you but I'm not quite sure I can I'm not sure my clumsy hands can handle your fragile heart held together by only the faintest hope that maybe true love does exist I wanna tell you that I adore you but I won't take the chance cause I'm terrified of your random nonchalance you told me I was your world but how was I meant to feel special when you bounce from world to world like some 21st century space traveling Columbus I was always told myself I was in love with you but as of lately I've come to realize I was less in love with you & more in love with the dismal idea of being part of an "us" I guess that I've learnt that it's only from the shards of a broken heart that we learn the dangers of infatuation
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Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
Dangers Of Infatuation
the chains tighten my face whitens the realization that i'm lost finally grips me if it's assured that i shall one day reach my demise does that not mean my purpose is pointless every action i immerse myself in all i'm really doing is letting the seconds pass by which makes me wonder why we worship those with the most golden clocks who've taken their minuscule seconds and made something mesmerizing but shun those who break the clock those weary souls who were not willing to have anymore of it those who opened their own door to the possibilities of something more the possibilities of eliminating this never ending torment finally grasping some permanent form of elation an escape oh how I long for an escape
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Oct 15, 2014
Oct 15, 2014 at 11:15 AM UTC
An Escape