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dusk settles over the hilltops and you find me back resting against a tree trunk wondering "whose spine is sturdier?" raising a cancer stick to my lips, refusing to inhale after ******* in the smoke, and i think "coward" and i know that i will never be rooted; i will never stay loyal to one patch of earth unlike this oak that supports me holding the smog between my lips is a little more dangerous than Augustus' metaphor but it's sure as hell less dangerous than letting it clog my lungs―unless storing it for a moment before exhaling is likely to give me mouth cancer instead of lung cancer well, i've never been one for commitment i think i'd rather spit and pretend that the tumour is being expelled than know there's something deep inside that grows every time i so much as breathe oh, love, what an illness you are both of you: the feeling, and the holder of that pet-name no chemotherapy is going to save me, not now i think i'll hand myself over to ignorance and wait for the problem to go away my immune system has always been impressive
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
love is like cancer to me (potential trigger: cancer as a metaphor)
dusk settles over the hilltops and you find me back resting against a tree trunk wondering "whose spine is sturdier?" raising a cancer stick to my lips, refusing to inhale after ******* in the smoke, and i think "coward" and i know that i will never be rooted; i will never stay loyal to one patch of earth unlike this oak that supports me holding the smog between my lips is a little more dangerous than Augustus' metaphor but it's sure as hell less dangerous than letting it clog my lungs―unless storing it for a moment before exhaling is likely to give me mouth cancer instead of lung cancer well, i've never been one for commitment i think i'd rather spit and pretend that the tumour is being expelled than know there's something deep inside that grows every time i so much as breathe oh, love, what an illness you are both of you: the feeling, and the holder of that pet-name no chemotherapy is going to save me, not now i think i'll hand myself over to ignorance and wait for the problem to go away my immune system has always been impressive
#love#heartbreak#fear#depression#anger#illness#relationships#cancer#smoking#metaphors
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Aug 8, 2016
Aug 8, 2016 at 10:07 PM UTC
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