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 Sep 2015 Skittles
Dev
"Sometimes you just need one person. Maybe forever..? Maybe for just a little while. Not long. Being alone is hard, but being with a lot of people can be hard to. Find someone is okay with talking for hour about stupid ****, but at the same time, would enjoy silence with you. Someone who would hike 10 miles then sleep all day. You just need someone to help you balance. Sometimes you need someone to help you keep your center of gravity."
 Aug 2015 Skittles
Dev
Angels touch
 Aug 2015 Skittles
Dev
"It's hard not to believe in angels when one's sitting next to you, holding your hand."
 Aug 2015 Skittles
Dev
"Hey little man, I like you shirt
That's our favorite digimon one?
The one we always got covered in dirt?
So little guy, how have you been?
Still trying to figure out the truth of love,life, death, bliss & sin?
Don't sweat about it know, those questions are just for show! Because the truth is..
Nobody knows...
So, instead of wasting your live focusing on all five, why don't you choose one and make that the reason you're alive?"
 Aug 2015 Skittles
James Stich
Free flow, a style i'm having trouble understanding. My thoughts a faster pace than it can even begin to fill me in on? My mind is the speed of light yet I can't fathom the concept? My perception is what proves reality, yet here I am chasing ghost and making up excuses. I've lost track so many times the light years of my nerves have aged. My spirit is uplifted, but I find myself separate. This might just all be senseless, but to me I'm making more sense than any man. I am my reality, so it doesn't matter if i'm accepted.
(Scribble)-start writing and refuse to stop no matter how weird. straight gibberish.
 Aug 2015 Skittles
Dev
6,540 miles doesn't seem far
But when I think about you
Inches from you kills me
 Aug 2015 Skittles
Dev
War of love
 Aug 2015 Skittles
Dev
My hand is more comfortable as a fist on someones jaw than intertwined in somebody else's hand
My body trembles from the sound of your voice drifting to me, but is stone cold from the sounds and blasts from gunfire.
My mind tells me that I have a higher chance of getting wounded from love than I do from a battlefield.

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