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i crack my fingers and clear my throat trying to force out something that was once so natural, something that kept me alive in my time of sparseness and loneliness i can't remember a single friend from that time i am my best friend now and it's strange how things come and go, the ebb and flow, one day i'm lost in mania and bright lights and open mouthed kisses and the next i am contemplating my solitude, hunching my back and spending all my time in front of a mirror there is much 2 see there is much 2 be i'm working on myself by myself for myself i have room for others but they have to knock i'm not inviting anyone in, who knows who's a bloodsucker who's a mother ****** who knows who knows maybe a hope filled who knows maybe a less bitter, hope filled, who knows 1 mania brightness kisses false kindness hope happy times lies lies lies 2 emptiness gray black shirt ill fitting jeans dry hair so dry dry dry dry a girl held it and remarked on it and i cried that night my heart was so large so so so painfully soft and virginal when faced with reality 3 no food no food no food not allowed no hope now progression? regression? i'm going somewhere and that's better than nowhere maybe my words will take up a lilt again and i'll rhyme cleverly again maybe i'll find a happy medium who knows who knows
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
who knows who knows (maybe a hope filled who knows)
i crack my fingers and clear my throat trying to force out something that was once so natural, something that kept me alive in my time of sparseness and loneliness i can't remember a single friend from that time i am my best friend now and it's strange how things come and go, the ebb and flow, one day i'm lost in mania and bright lights and open mouthed kisses and the next i am contemplating my solitude, hunching my back and spending all my time in front of a mirror there is much 2 see there is much 2 be i'm working on myself by myself for myself i have room for others but they have to knock i'm not inviting anyone in, who knows who's a bloodsucker who's a mother ****** who knows who knows maybe a hope filled who knows maybe a less bitter, hope filled, who knows 1 mania brightness kisses false kindness hope happy times lies lies lies 2 emptiness gray black shirt ill fitting jeans dry hair so dry dry dry dry a girl held it and remarked on it and i cried that night my heart was so large so so so painfully soft and virginal when faced with reality 3 no food no food no food not allowed no hope now progression? regression? i'm going somewhere and that's better than nowhere maybe my words will take up a lilt again and i'll rhyme cleverly again maybe i'll find a happy medium who knows who knows
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Oct 20, 2015
Oct 20, 2015 at 9:41 AM UTC
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