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 Jun 2015 js
NV
slam.
 Jun 2015 js
NV
I'M
JUST
ANOTHER
BIRD
THAT
DIED
-
TRYING
TO
FLY
INTO
YOUR
BEDROOM
WINDOW.
 Jun 2015 js
NV
sick health
 Jun 2015 js
NV
SWEETHEART,

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE CURE.

AND

FOR SOME,
LOVE IS THE DISEASE.
 Jun 2015 js
moonlit
are you doing well? i hope you are.
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christmas is coming up. all i really wanted was to spend it with you.
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it's becoming increasingly difficult to rest without your soft breaths to lull me to sleep.
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every single poem i've written in the last two months has been about you.
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i hear your laugh in mine, sometimes.
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your voice is the only thing that occupies my mind now. you've taken me over completely.
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i'm not sure if you broke my heart or if i broke my own heart by letting you in.
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do you write about me like you used to?
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remember when we watched the great gatsby together? i still look at you like gatsby looked at daisy.
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you mean everything to me. you always have.
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i hate that i can't stop loving you. why was it so easy for you to stop loving me?
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you are my augustus waters.
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in the famous words of kate moss: "you're in my veins, you ****."
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i am always wanting to start a conversation with you, but never knowing how to start it.
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i think i love you more than i did before. i'm sorry it took us to separate for me to realize that.
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i am in tears while writing this. it seems that whenever i think about you my eyes betray me.
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i am still trying to figure out where we went wrong.
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i had expected to feel bitter after you left. all i feel is nostalgic.
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despite everything, i honestly hope you are happy.
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i think i'll always get butterflies when i think about our first kiss. i'll always get butterflies
when i think about you, and what we used to have.
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 Jun 2015 js
James
solitude
 Jun 2015 js
James
Solitude is peaceful,
I must be an island.
 Jun 2015 js
Jane Lame
I learned this in undergrad; That I'm a "yes person" defined. In self-defeatist monotony, I think I burned out my mind.

Hypocrisy personified, notebooks filled with lies. Prerequisites were full of ****. Required, to them, didn't apply.

Monopolistic macroeconomies, business school taught me to hide. A complete lack of self-reliance, an endless search for a diagnosis.

Cross-tabulate, over-analyze. I swore to them, "I'm fine." But, what's an existential crisis? I'm just asking for a friend.

Procrastinate to copulate, never finishing on time. My inability to articulate, dying to feel alive again inside.

Hesitation turned desperation, finally deciding to speak my mind. It only took me five years to admit that I was just too starved to shine.
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