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Every day that we don't speak brings me closer to knife-shiny clarity... the kind of voice in my head that motivational speakers tell you not to listen to! i've messaged you (x 4) and you've left me fuckall. You've left me, **** off. I need money, I need money, I need love. I need something more than Euros transferred into dollars, I need compassion and some sense of stability and a trust that only comes from a voicemail waiting for me as I wake up. i know the time difference is ... a difference, and there's been a whole lot of time I've had for my thoughts to fill me up like a black water bathtub.
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
black water/money
Every day that we don't speak brings me closer to knife-shiny clarity... the kind of voice in my head that motivational speakers tell you not to listen to! i've messaged you (x 4) and you've left me fuckall. You've left me, **** off. I need money, I need money, I need love. I need something more than Euros transferred into dollars, I need compassion and some sense of stability and a trust that only comes from a voicemail waiting for me as I wake up. i know the time difference is ... a difference, and there's been a whole lot of time I've had for my thoughts to fill me up like a black water bathtub.
what made you stop caring
primavera
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Jul 5, 2015
Jul 5, 2015 at 3:58 PM UTC
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