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my head is hanging out of the window of a moving car and i am trying to fly. the sound of the music drowns out thought i want to be here, and i am meant to be here. my heart is hanging by a fine thread over someone's mind. and they do not agree with me so i try my best to map out their soul. somebody's heart is hanging by a rope above my own mind. my head is hurting and my eyes will not focus. none of them will. i am holding a cat in my arms whispering "i'm sorry" for those of us who refuse to acknowledge that she knows what i am trying to say. as you take a bite of flesh, i rip a chunk of an apple from its core. you really think my heart is in the wrong place?
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
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my head is hanging out of the window of a moving car and i am trying to fly. the sound of the music drowns out thought i want to be here, and i am meant to be here. my heart is hanging by a fine thread over someone's mind. and they do not agree with me so i try my best to map out their soul. somebody's heart is hanging by a rope above my own mind. my head is hurting and my eyes will not focus. none of them will. i am holding a cat in my arms whispering "i'm sorry" for those of us who refuse to acknowledge that she knows what i am trying to say. as you take a bite of flesh, i rip a chunk of an apple from its core. you really think my heart is in the wrong place?
mikaylaashley
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 9:42 AM UTC
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