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the things you look for cannot be found in my shadowy lips. my secrets are not hidden in the crevices of my skin. my breath quakes as it tries to force itself down my throat and i do not have the lung capacity to whisper platitudes into your neck. the link between creativity and pain is one that i tried so fervently to sever. no one had to tell me that there would be no fruition. (if knowledge were strength i would have carried you all on my back.) my depth perception varies day to day and the idea that everything extends endlessly inwards and out reminds me that we were never meant to understand. (all things are true if enough people believe in them.) i was never the real thing. but then neither were you.
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Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
tricks of the mind
the things you look for cannot be found in my shadowy lips. my secrets are not hidden in the crevices of my skin. my breath quakes as it tries to force itself down my throat and i do not have the lung capacity to whisper platitudes into your neck. the link between creativity and pain is one that i tried so fervently to sever. no one had to tell me that there would be no fruition. (if knowledge were strength i would have carried you all on my back.) my depth perception varies day to day and the idea that everything extends endlessly inwards and out reminds me that we were never meant to understand. (all things are true if enough people believe in them.) i was never the real thing. but then neither were you.
#heartbreak#dusted-off
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meghan-c
Aug 20, 2014
Aug 20, 2014 at 9:45 PM UTC
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