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We knew what we grew from, but not what we grew into; we were getting lost along the way, we dipped our toes in glory and found it empty empty like the end of beaches letting water wash their edges away and wear them down into smaller pieces. I wear my heart under my sleeve, still not where it's supposed to be but not left out for the wolves anymore; the smell of blood travels far at night, and I don't know how to cover it up properly, I find comfort in strange places sometimes it is the air beneath my wings and sometimes it tethers me. I am a bird without cause, I can fly but sometimes I forget to do so, sometimes we lose sight of what we are capable of, sometimes night turns to day and we don't notice. Boy you were right, the timing never did anything to strengthen our bones; my head has nests in it but I think I like it that way. please don't call me out on all my weaknesses, I guess I can figure them out for myself ...or maybe not, maybe my head needs cleaned out, I was always so good at putting other people's things in order.
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Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
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We knew what we grew from, but not what we grew into; we were getting lost along the way, we dipped our toes in glory and found it empty empty like the end of beaches letting water wash their edges away and wear them down into smaller pieces. I wear my heart under my sleeve, still not where it's supposed to be but not left out for the wolves anymore; the smell of blood travels far at night, and I don't know how to cover it up properly, I find comfort in strange places sometimes it is the air beneath my wings and sometimes it tethers me. I am a bird without cause, I can fly but sometimes I forget to do so, sometimes we lose sight of what we are capable of, sometimes night turns to day and we don't notice. Boy you were right, the timing never did anything to strengthen our bones; my head has nests in it but I think I like it that way. please don't call me out on all my weaknesses, I guess I can figure them out for myself ...or maybe not, maybe my head needs cleaned out, I was always so good at putting other people's things in order.
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24/F/Ohio
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
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