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Your words, so pretty they enter My brain and flood it with dopamine butterflies Triggering thoughts and memories and I missyous and I love yous and I hate yous and where are yous and I want yous but I cannot Digest them anymore. I refuse them. I cannot do not believe them for more than A few seconds. Even now, I train myself to cringe. I train myself to deny. Reject. Avoid. Love, a temporary season for you to give me I am nothing more than one of the many melting ice cubes down your shirt. I am melting, Melting. I am The puddle at your feet You are knee-deep in spewing your Words are what I longed for, for so many years Had I had them then I might have swallowed them thoughtlessly. Now I am closed up. Afraid. Your words are tempting yet Your actions piercing evermore. I seem to attract people of the most intense, Most compassionate, most real, most ****** up. Most likely to be inconsistently there. Your fire breathing words melt me I am Melting Melting I am Nothing More than The puddle at your feet, it's growing now You are knee-deep in it
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Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
the art of resistance
Your words, so pretty they enter My brain and flood it with dopamine butterflies Triggering thoughts and memories and I missyous and I love yous and I hate yous and where are yous and I want yous but I cannot Digest them anymore. I refuse them. I cannot do not believe them for more than A few seconds. Even now, I train myself to cringe. I train myself to deny. Reject. Avoid. Love, a temporary season for you to give me I am nothing more than one of the many melting ice cubes down your shirt. I am melting, Melting. I am The puddle at your feet You are knee-deep in spewing your Words are what I longed for, for so many years Had I had them then I might have swallowed them thoughtlessly. Now I am closed up. Afraid. Your words are tempting yet Your actions piercing evermore. I seem to attract people of the most intense, Most compassionate, most real, most ****** up. Most likely to be inconsistently there. Your fire breathing words melt me I am Melting Melting I am Nothing More than The puddle at your feet, it's growing now You are knee-deep in it
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Canadian
Nov 22, 2012
Nov 22, 2012 at 10:24 PM UTC
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