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The sun isn't even cooking me it's just not raining, the brown Liffey is dipping and lapping the bus windows are all open. "What think ye of Christ" asks the poster by the driver. "Not much," but if he's real I'll thank him for the blue of the sky. Is this what happiness feels like? Because it's pretty ******* good. The silver lines on my arms tease me about years ago. I remember tightening a belt around my neck and wondering how it felt to die. But I was silly back then. Look at the blue of the sky. Look at the wispy clouds. Look at my friends saying "Go outside and look at the moon." Life is strung up by a rope. I miss the boy who I love but not too much. One day I'll find a prince for myself in Rome or America in a land far away on the sea. I'll sail away in a couple of days life's going good for me.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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The sun isn't even cooking me it's just not raining, the brown Liffey is dipping and lapping the bus windows are all open. "What think ye of Christ" asks the poster by the driver. "Not much," but if he's real I'll thank him for the blue of the sky. Is this what happiness feels like? Because it's pretty ******* good. The silver lines on my arms tease me about years ago. I remember tightening a belt around my neck and wondering how it felt to die. But I was silly back then. Look at the blue of the sky. Look at the wispy clouds. Look at my friends saying "Go outside and look at the moon." Life is strung up by a rope. I miss the boy who I love but not too much. One day I'll find a prince for myself in Rome or America in a land far away on the sea. I'll sail away in a couple of days life's going good for me.
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Apr 9, 2015
Apr 9, 2015 at 9:26 AM UTC
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