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*She's the beginning of this gentle insanity as I'm falling deep into her charms all over again Night and day Day and night Begins and ends with her image And even in the littlest reaches of her hand I open my door to her and in every release of it I await again and again until her palm is again within reach with the same questions* every. single. time. in my mind "What am I to you?" "What do I mean to you?" *When you wake up with broken heartstrings after every reach you learn so much after each awakening* *That I love her enough to bludgeon the thought engrave it to my skull and accept the fact that I am now only a friend that exists to her* only when I am needed
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
2 A.M. Epiphanies
*She's the beginning of this gentle insanity as I'm falling deep into her charms all over again Night and day Day and night Begins and ends with her image And even in the littlest reaches of her hand I open my door to her and in every release of it I await again and again until her palm is again within reach with the same questions* every. single. time. in my mind "What am I to you?" "What do I mean to you?" *When you wake up with broken heartstrings after every reach you learn so much after each awakening* *That I love her enough to bludgeon the thought engrave it to my skull and accept the fact that I am now only a friend that exists to her* only when I am needed
Just thoughts pay no heed to my existence
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Jan 16, 2016
Jan 16, 2016 at 8:39 AM UTC
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