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insert body here it was not you that told me to that wanted me to but i did i let you go simultaneously seizing you you belong to me and i well i belong to the abyss once upon a time i gave myself to you whole heartedly like the hearth to a cold room an incessant addition to an empty craving space crazed by desire inspired by devotion alone within ourselves and i digress only to weep endless puddles of hope empty holes of common space my eyes burn vision blurs you know its' at its worst when your hope is for tears pull (pool) back the waterworks spare the salty sea mimic the madness otherwise you're falling to fate i bide time reproach destiny (ir)rationally regress something that should have never been the fallacy that is not reality takes hold my throat is bruising as i gasp for air suffocation struggles and then well then i realize suffocation doesn't seem so shabby the perfection of peace perceived through peril freedom is like my ears it rings like a ******* headache
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
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insert body here it was not you that told me to that wanted me to but i did i let you go simultaneously seizing you you belong to me and i well i belong to the abyss once upon a time i gave myself to you whole heartedly like the hearth to a cold room an incessant addition to an empty craving space crazed by desire inspired by devotion alone within ourselves and i digress only to weep endless puddles of hope empty holes of common space my eyes burn vision blurs you know its' at its worst when your hope is for tears pull (pool) back the waterworks spare the salty sea mimic the madness otherwise you're falling to fate i bide time reproach destiny (ir)rationally regress something that should have never been the fallacy that is not reality takes hold my throat is bruising as i gasp for air suffocation struggles and then well then i realize suffocation doesn't seem so shabby the perfection of peace perceived through peril freedom is like my ears it rings like a ******* headache
and it won't stop
jane-tricky
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Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 6:35 AM UTC
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