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Apr 2013
Please
die.
So I can clean my room.
I need to distract our connection
for we cannot
get
that
close!
Where our souls meet
in perfect circles.
Become me!
Every bit!
And shall we never break!
Forever touch!
But what about my other connection,
he is more electric than you think.
His positive energy.
I have no choice but to follow!
And fall gently,
so gently
into you.
Happiness I mean.
Whatever you are
anyway.
A pretty picture
for the scattered mind,
to make my life
a whole again.
My awkward,
altered
reality.
As true as it is,
like the moon and my tiny planet.

THEN.

A blink passed
and it was over.
My tiny world,
it was gone.
Lucy
Written by
Lucy
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     ---, Timothy and Dreiliece
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