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One of my most dangerous hobbies. Last night it led me to a cliff, Gave me the option to jump and placed a shiny Saturn V in the crevice It clutched at my throat, roasted anxiety in my eyes, With the thought of losing you Helplessness clogged my ears, "_You can't protect him from himself_" It hissed "_You lie to your mirror. You're just another idiot_" It sputtered "_Nothing can save you from yourself_" It laughed But today thinking turned a mellow friend His on-and-off companion, reason, tore through the glaciers of concern "You can't always protect him, You can't try to 'fix' him He asks only for a shoulder and an ear You can provide a moment of happines and Sometimes that's the best anyone could ask for" It spoke And "Of course you're smart, you little ****
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
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One of my most dangerous hobbies. Last night it led me to a cliff, Gave me the option to jump and placed a shiny Saturn V in the crevice It clutched at my throat, roasted anxiety in my eyes, With the thought of losing you Helplessness clogged my ears, "_You can't protect him from himself_" It hissed "_You lie to your mirror. You're just another idiot_" It sputtered "_Nothing can save you from yourself_" It laughed But today thinking turned a mellow friend His on-and-off companion, reason, tore through the glaciers of concern "You can't always protect him, You can't try to 'fix' him He asks only for a shoulder and an ear You can provide a moment of happines and Sometimes that's the best anyone could ask for" It spoke And "Of course you're smart, you little ****
If I were a zombie I'd never want to eat brains. Can you imagine all that pain in one digestive tract? It'd be like misery stew!
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Dec 12, 2016
Dec 12, 2016 at 3:47 AM UTC
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