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 Dec 2015 Lesli Vallecillo
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
i'm a viciously ****** vulture who's values vacate in the valley of the violent village.
I have various versions of this victory vessel viewing the victims of violence veterans.
It seems to be a habit in my habitat to hang yourself with the hammer of honor at the heels of a judge.
They harvest the handsome an halftime hustlers hailing the harsh hardship of hypocritical harassment.
As each ear earns an eternity of eager extremes, elegance eliminates the egghead's existence.
i'm not exempt from the excrement of the so called excellent. i emit my empathy to every effort of relevance either ejected by the masses or elected by giving expiring efforts of elastic effects and all i can say is....

One Love
 Sep 2015 Lesli Vallecillo
ji
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 Sep 2015 Lesli Vallecillo
ji
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I think about you. All the time. Every second of a minute, every minute of an hour, every hour of a day, every day of a month.

Even right now in utter silence, with just the purr of the fan and the clicking of keyboard keys as I type are heard, you are in my mind. You are in my mind, and I wish - if it's only possible - that you'd fall from my head, just as how you are in my vision - angelic - to my arms so I can embrace you, place my head on your chest, and just drown all other noise as I eavesdrop to the thumps of your heart.

But I looked at my arms and what I saw is my pillow. My favorite pillow. The one I talk to when I very much miss you. The one I cry to when all I wanted is for your shoulders to catch my tears. The one that put me to sleep many a night as the idea of you float in my head. I close my eyes and think of you. And in my dreams you are smiling. In my dreams you said you do miss me too. In my dreams you never let me go until I stopped crying. In my dreams I am sleeping soundly beside you with your breath as my lullaby.

Then I'd awake. Open my eyes. And think of you again, almost involuntarily. 'Cause I cannot stop, and I think I never will.

I love you.

*I really do.
091315
tbh
I prefer the way you feel between my thighs than inside my head.
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