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I am neither worn nor torn. There is no battlefield here to make of me. There is nothing to help you digest Me never giving into your "hello" I am always "no" I am always "next time" I am always pick up book before trusting people... Contain  before express , And when I get too comfortable it always comes out wrong. I am always too strong, too much passion... I am an overwhelming ****** marry in a season meant for cosmos... So no... there is was no storm here, no hurricane no damage. I have just not yet opened heart long enough to let in  stranger... It never crossed my mind That there may be something better than feeling nothing. That something that beats doesn't have to involve hurt. That sharing doesn't mean losing you and feeling doesn't mean I have to stop breathing. I am waking in my numbness I am stumbling from this self induced coma Hoping to run into a hurricane that makes me scared of leaving, Makes me tired of sleeping. -Indigo Morrison
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
Not everything that beats will hurt
I am neither worn nor torn. There is no battlefield here to make of me. There is nothing to help you digest Me never giving into your "hello" I am always "no" I am always "next time" I am always pick up book before trusting people... Contain  before express , And when I get too comfortable it always comes out wrong. I am always too strong, too much passion... I am an overwhelming ****** marry in a season meant for cosmos... So no... there is was no storm here, no hurricane no damage. I have just not yet opened heart long enough to let in  stranger... It never crossed my mind That there may be something better than feeling nothing. That something that beats doesn't have to involve hurt. That sharing doesn't mean losing you and feeling doesn't mean I have to stop breathing. I am waking in my numbness I am stumbling from this self induced coma Hoping to run into a hurricane that makes me scared of leaving, Makes me tired of sleeping. -Indigo Morrison
Probably more whiskey than tea and not everyone can handle that.
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CoronaChaiLove
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CoronaChaiLove
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Oct 29, 2014
Oct 29, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
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