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I'm sorry that I annoy you;
I'm sorry that I constantly message you;
I'm sorry that I still love you;
I'm sorry for being me.
  May 2016 Charlie May Cullip
Quinn Fox
i wish i could be floating in space
instead of stuck in this one intolerable place

replaced where audibility
is impossibility
and the cries of the living on earth
can be muffled by my mirth

i could just float in the pitch black
perhaps take a backpack
leave this place behind
and be unconfined

i’d pass places vast and
simply forget my past

stars so bright
i willingly burn a retina
like a moth to a hopeful light
and age as they collapse to a nebula
with colours enhanced by the night more than any daylight

places more sensational than the mirth on earth
faces now incapable to memory
so distant i’m seeing the past
as i glance back
and this time it feels they are the ones outcast,

with me free
floating in space
free of this place
free in this space
  May 2016 Charlie May Cullip
Quinn Fox
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oh oh my god it's only the first line
When people ask why I drink, I say:
"I have struggled with the past;
I am struggling with the present;
Who are you to judge me?
You don't know me;
You don't know what I'm going through;
Who are you to judge me?"
  Apr 2016 Charlie May Cullip
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
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