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9 am I woke with a broken heart it had been shattered, unbidden in the place after empty and before disappearing -That- To jump in a lake fully clothed and realizing that you're too weighed down to surface... it hurts in my tummy it hurts in my chest it hurts in my throat I am afraid. The past is a broken red balloon dragging on the ground behind me. Every glance backward sends me reeling sick and dizzy to my knees. the breathless sorrow petrifies. There are ghosts in my skull (I know them by name) Perhaps, that's the trouble- I know how to call my haunting. How many years of happy will it take to even the cost? I cannot do this anymore, but it seems both my destiny and my doom, I'm suspicious I've already lost.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
suspicious pasts
9 am I woke with a broken heart it had been shattered, unbidden in the place after empty and before disappearing -That- To jump in a lake fully clothed and realizing that you're too weighed down to surface... it hurts in my tummy it hurts in my chest it hurts in my throat I am afraid. The past is a broken red balloon dragging on the ground behind me. Every glance backward sends me reeling sick and dizzy to my knees. the breathless sorrow petrifies. There are ghosts in my skull (I know them by name) Perhaps, that's the trouble- I know how to call my haunting. How many years of happy will it take to even the cost? I cannot do this anymore, but it seems both my destiny and my doom, I'm suspicious I've already lost.
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May 23, 2012
May 23, 2012 at 10:06 PM UTC
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