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“you should probably go,” I know, what an innocent, simple request but no matter the innocence, it starts a quake in my bones, a trembling that shakes continents from my veins, and rips loose whole cities from their foundations nestled in between my knuckles i’m sorry. i know how hard it must be to deal with my arms wrapping themselves around you, boa constrictors after prey, and pulling you ever so close, close enough to feel your pulse beat against mine to feel the quickening of my own heart, knowing that now i must leave, leave and put up a fight with the empty storage that is my bed i cannot begin to tell you how many times i have fought the crippling loneliness that lays between my sheets, an unwanted lover, and have portrayed the abuse of a lost battle too many times i have lied down to show my surrender, and too many times i have been beaten while doing so you see, loneliness was never a fair contender never a fair person to begin with, matter of factly and when i say i’m undeniably sorry for my arms holding you too close, know, i mean it. -DDF
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
"One is the Loneliest Number"
“you should probably go,” I know, what an innocent, simple request but no matter the innocence, it starts a quake in my bones, a trembling that shakes continents from my veins, and rips loose whole cities from their foundations nestled in between my knuckles i’m sorry. i know how hard it must be to deal with my arms wrapping themselves around you, boa constrictors after prey, and pulling you ever so close, close enough to feel your pulse beat against mine to feel the quickening of my own heart, knowing that now i must leave, leave and put up a fight with the empty storage that is my bed i cannot begin to tell you how many times i have fought the crippling loneliness that lays between my sheets, an unwanted lover, and have portrayed the abuse of a lost battle too many times i have lied down to show my surrender, and too many times i have been beaten while doing so you see, loneliness was never a fair contender never a fair person to begin with, matter of factly and when i say i’m undeniably sorry for my arms holding you too close, know, i mean it. -DDF
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Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 11:15 PM UTC
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