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sometimes my heart is a garden, sometimes it is a landfill. sometimes i think about love and warmth and good, and how i could do anything because i’m special and i’m talented. sometimes i think i could even go to church and god would smile and i would smile back. sometimes i think about thunderstorms and dark and alone, and how if i stayed in this bed all day every day i could just fade into nothing. sometimes i’m afraid to open the window because who knows if today’s the day i jump. sometimes my heart is a garden, sometimes it is a landfill. and i'm looking for that special kind of person who can find the treasure in both.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
conditions of the heart
sometimes my heart is a garden, sometimes it is a landfill. sometimes i think about love and warmth and good, and how i could do anything because i’m special and i’m talented. sometimes i think i could even go to church and god would smile and i would smile back. sometimes i think about thunderstorms and dark and alone, and how if i stayed in this bed all day every day i could just fade into nothing. sometimes i’m afraid to open the window because who knows if today’s the day i jump. sometimes my heart is a garden, sometimes it is a landfill. and i'm looking for that special kind of person who can find the treasure in both.
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Mar 22, 2015
Mar 22, 2015 at 11:26 PM UTC
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