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to love, but never loved. to give, but never receive. to everything i have felt, touched, seen; throughout, with and without. what am i? why am i sad? why is my shoulder strained? what causes it? myself. life has been a round, big and messy hole. empty, but loud; unfair, and never will. thoughts. thoughts. thoughts. think. think. think. here i am sitting, with energy drink, empty stare to nothing. and sometimes i wonder, when does death sound this sweet?
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
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to love, but never loved. to give, but never receive. to everything i have felt, touched, seen; throughout, with and without. what am i? why am i sad? why is my shoulder strained? what causes it? myself. life has been a round, big and messy hole. empty, but loud; unfair, and never will. thoughts. thoughts. thoughts. think. think. think. here i am sitting, with energy drink, empty stare to nothing. and sometimes i wonder, when does death sound this sweet?
throwing out thoughts
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 10:14 AM UTC
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