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. i want to buy these mice a home so that their presence helps keep the table clear i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor in the hopes of keeping the noise out and of having at least one of us feel a sense of being welcome the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel heavy if they knew where they were going maybe and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from showing off the letters on my chest although i’ve been known to miss the mark if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive my favorite part comes around when the two trains meet and for a second i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world before we’re whisked away to our respective loneliness or maybe it’s where the streets run narrow like those in the places where connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek comfort in the grey of it until it all comes rushing back they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it but it will do for now .
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
depression killed my creativity and it's going to take more than sunshine to get it back
. i want to buy these mice a home so that their presence helps keep the table clear i think i’ll place it in the gap between the door and the floor in the hopes of keeping the noise out and of having at least one of us feel a sense of being welcome the paper bags in my hands wouldn’t feel heavy if they knew where they were going maybe and hitting my head against the bed again doesn’t stop me from showing off the letters on my chest although i’ve been known to miss the mark if there's a spark in her eyes it’s 'cause she stole the light from mine but i like the cold because it makes me feel alive my favorite part comes around when the two trains meet and for a second i can catch a glimpse of everyone’s place in the world before we’re whisked away to our respective loneliness or maybe it’s where the streets run narrow like those in the places where connection, if anything, tastes a bit more genuine it's quite polarizing but this time i’ll seek comfort in the grey of it until it all comes rushing back they say home is where the heart is so this probably still isn’t it but it will do for now .
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Feb 27, 2018
Feb 27, 2018 at 8:09 AM UTC
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