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the first love is the deepest and if it comes and goes its retribution because when you feel it you fcking feel it its like the first cut or scrape burn and singe and the second it feels like the first doesnt matter its like a bandaid for the first because when you realize how much it mattered(s) then you would if you could rip off the bandaid the first (the only) rebreak the bone relive the heartbeark over and over and over and over if because what was given to you what you really wanted which was the first (the last) but then you realize the longing in your heart the void that always exist like when the shore craves the tide even though even though every single time day in and day out the tide drowns the shore and the shore will never get enough because without the drowning it's never complete that's the true cycle abrasive drowning coupled with an infinite longing the shore cries out for the tide every day as it becomes dry and lonely and and and and weak and well the shore knows nothing else she wants to know nothing else she calls out for the tide and if he doesn't return shes incomplete and if she stays incomplete for too long.. well let us all hope that doesn't happen because if it does well it signals the world is over.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
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the first love is the deepest and if it comes and goes its retribution because when you feel it you fcking feel it its like the first cut or scrape burn and singe and the second it feels like the first doesnt matter its like a bandaid for the first because when you realize how much it mattered(s) then you would if you could rip off the bandaid the first (the only) rebreak the bone relive the heartbeark over and over and over and over if because what was given to you what you really wanted which was the first (the last) but then you realize the longing in your heart the void that always exist like when the shore craves the tide even though even though every single time day in and day out the tide drowns the shore and the shore will never get enough because without the drowning it's never complete that's the true cycle abrasive drowning coupled with an infinite longing the shore cries out for the tide every day as it becomes dry and lonely and and and and weak and well the shore knows nothing else she wants to know nothing else she calls out for the tide and if he doesn't return shes incomplete and if she stays incomplete for too long.. well let us all hope that doesn't happen because if it does well it signals the world is over.
she keeps saying come home please, just come home.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 3:52 AM UTC
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