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I cry my heart dry to the thought of you my eyes they feel as though--- I dont want to think about you because if I do I will have a drought within my body for years I have dreamt of you so many times I have thought of how it would be to simply stand next to you I remember your parents porch and I remember you on bright sunny days you couldnt be more beautiful--- you were---- so beautiful and no matter how anyone sees you from that angle you will never be more beautiful than to me at that second when I walked up and introduced drinking wine I will never forget that day when nothing could have been more simple than me laying down next to you I remember everything down to your awkward smile nothing nothing was more beautiful than your smile thinking of any gesture that you might make noone will ever be more impassioned by you than me hate that truth or grasp it no one will but me because we come from the same place that has a thick air of loneliness makes my blood cringe and I feel inconsistent knowing that any of you was ever really real I hurt knowing and remebering that you were real your beauty hurts me Im wounded by who you are in a complete sense and completely I am everything in everything that you are and if you cease to exsist then I am dust. and nothing matters anymore although you never mattered because I am nothing but dust to tattered eyes in hopeless glimpses in everything without you.
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
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I cry my heart dry to the thought of you my eyes they feel as though--- I dont want to think about you because if I do I will have a drought within my body for years I have dreamt of you so many times I have thought of how it would be to simply stand next to you I remember your parents porch and I remember you on bright sunny days you couldnt be more beautiful--- you were---- so beautiful and no matter how anyone sees you from that angle you will never be more beautiful than to me at that second when I walked up and introduced drinking wine I will never forget that day when nothing could have been more simple than me laying down next to you I remember everything down to your awkward smile nothing nothing was more beautiful than your smile thinking of any gesture that you might make noone will ever be more impassioned by you than me hate that truth or grasp it no one will but me because we come from the same place that has a thick air of loneliness makes my blood cringe and I feel inconsistent knowing that any of you was ever really real I hurt knowing and remebering that you were real your beauty hurts me Im wounded by who you are in a complete sense and completely I am everything in everything that you are and if you cease to exsist then I am dust. and nothing matters anymore although you never mattered because I am nothing but dust to tattered eyes in hopeless glimpses in everything without you.
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Oct 31, 2010
Oct 31, 2010 at 9:22 AM UTC
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