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 Mar 2015 Porter Olsson
Chris
I sat there watching you and him,
wondering what has he got
that I don’t have
and then it hits me,
he has you
"Mummy can we dream?, can we pretend we're not living in the streets?
Can we pretend to be high and mighty sipping on some coffee with cream?
Can we mum?"

"Mummy can we dream? Can we pretend the muffled screams are sounds of joy rather than pain?
Mummy can we please?"

"Lets pretend dad's here, he's happy and you're not crying yourself to sleep.
Can we pretend that I don't have these scars and that my uncle never hit me with beer bottles, lets pretend he bought me a teddy named cuddles".

"Mummy can we dream?"
"Can we pretend Aunty never killed herself and that Granddaddy never pulled the trigger on Grandma?"

"Please mum lets pretend?"
Being with you has to be one of the most heart wrecking thing I've ever experienced.

Surrounding myself with you and communicating with you is a constant reminder of how much I'm falling for you while you're intensively falling for him.
The people know from one little teardrop can a mighty river flow.
I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing.
It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve.
Love hurts it always has and lately it can also **** you and me.
*** is a sentence a death sentence *** is a threat to your short life.
*** makes your toes curl with the right girl *** can be something that is nice.
Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence.
Love is pain and *** is pleasure *** is love when love is together.
It is a painful pleasure this love/*** thing a lot like everything.
Pleasurable pain that lasts forever whatever forever is.
This heart on my sleeve it burns like fire satisfy my desire.
Sometimes *** is love to die for forever always suicidal.
Burn this paper heart of mine in fire cry inferno desire.
And from its ashes it will learn to begin anew and love again.
Love again and begin anew these paper hearts of fire of mine.
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 Mar 2015 Porter Olsson
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 Mar 2015 Porter Olsson
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I am glad I finally found my freedom,
A world without you.
A Day I am not depended on you.
A world where we are strangers,
We both know each other's name but not stories.
We pass each other but never greets.
We will never smile to each other again, I know.
We will never getting back together again.
We may have memories with each other,
You can keep it if you want
Or throw it away if you dont.
But I assure you,
I will treasure those stupid seconds of my life I have spend with you.
To be honest, you made me happy and sad.
Thanks for this freedom.
10W
If at first you do not succeed then self destruct.
 Mar 2015 Porter Olsson
Sky
When you say
that you are nothing,
I fear for you.
When the words that leave your lips
are shrouded in darkness,
I fear for you.
When you look as though
you're about to cry,
I fear for you.
I love you,
and I don't want you to be lost, and
I fear for you.
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