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sloane-hill
Philadelphia One person
It didn't bother me when I looked straight into her eyes She didn't love me, as I did her. I was just glad I could let myself risk pain in my heart one last time. Every heartbreak leaves scar tissue; but I still remain hopeful one day someone will look at me, as I her.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 10:44 AM UTC
Scar tissue
It's hard to fall inline with the repose I long for. When I've become accustomed to the warmth, eminating from the flame of chaotic disaster,
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:39 AM UTC
Untitled
She was the girl I needed I let her go My chaos drew from her order taking from her opportunity I was not the guy she needed.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:24 AM UTC
Mistiming
We present ourselves like the light of a city. Showing what we want people to see, hiding what people need to see. A city will consume itself, and so will we. Exposing our truths will set us free.
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:11 AM UTC
City Blights
There's no depth to my shallowness, is what those who are naive think. The facade I built is a fortress built so that I may happily sleep
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Jul 1, 2015
Jul 1, 2015 at 12:02 AM UTC
No Diving
All along it was a feeling, created by marketers and writers. the glass shatter moment of my soul was when I realized this love I long for may not be real
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 11:59 PM UTC
Saudade