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the depth of my soul can only be expressed among the midst of burning hearts & raining eyes. the maze of my thoughts can only be spoken through br o k e n, ink- -d-i-p-p-e-d hearts. only when my mind is bent & curled & swirled & l o s t can my words begin to mean something. only when my head is light & hazy & my perception compares to that of some drug- -fueled frenzy, can my words be beautiful. but i am happy, for the most part. & so my words fall off the pag- -es. & they mean nothing. just some simple empty ramblings. of a newly normal girl.
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
normal = overrated
the depth of my soul can only be expressed among the midst of burning hearts & raining eyes. the maze of my thoughts can only be spoken through br o k e n, ink- -d-i-p-p-e-d hearts. only when my mind is bent & curled & swirled & l o s t can my words begin to mean something. only when my head is light & hazy & my perception compares to that of some drug- -fueled frenzy, can my words be beautiful. but i am happy, for the most part. & so my words fall off the pag- -es. & they mean nothing. just some simple empty ramblings. of a newly normal girl.
ninasloft
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Jul 15, 2018
Jul 15, 2018 at 11:30 PM UTC
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