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this is the prayer I have exhausted my knees over. this is the confession I deny in front of god and the mirror. but this is my one truth. this I know, this, I know. I know how I stick my face out the car window how I hope the night wind might give me the caress I, so ardently, long for. i know how I beg entities to give me that release I lust so much after, in hopes of muting my wars down to faint whimpers or silent sighs. I know how the balm I spread over my wounds take shape of a sharp blade; and how the blood that seeps through is like a cold river flowing over sizzling stones. I know it all and I know it all too well. the thing is that I can no longer withhold desperation from flooding up the bloodstream. I can no longer hide it and if i do a second more my waves shall swallow every shore I have ever created and planted my feet firmly onto. I am well past rock bottom and I feel as if my back was to hit it again it would feel like a soothing hand. I feel lonely. I feel like my heart has been starved of touch and tenderness for centuries. and I feel alone inside each laugh is a blank stare and I am crying so much I have turned into drops and I and I and I and I see the waves coming.
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
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this is the prayer I have exhausted my knees over. this is the confession I deny in front of god and the mirror. but this is my one truth. this I know, this, I know. I know how I stick my face out the car window how I hope the night wind might give me the caress I, so ardently, long for. i know how I beg entities to give me that release I lust so much after, in hopes of muting my wars down to faint whimpers or silent sighs. I know how the balm I spread over my wounds take shape of a sharp blade; and how the blood that seeps through is like a cold river flowing over sizzling stones. I know it all and I know it all too well. the thing is that I can no longer withhold desperation from flooding up the bloodstream. I can no longer hide it and if i do a second more my waves shall swallow every shore I have ever created and planted my feet firmly onto. I am well past rock bottom and I feel as if my back was to hit it again it would feel like a soothing hand. I feel lonely. I feel like my heart has been starved of touch and tenderness for centuries. and I feel alone inside each laugh is a blank stare and I am crying so much I have turned into drops and I and I and I and I see the waves coming.
umikara
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Feb 26, 2017
Feb 26, 2017 at 12:00 AM UTC
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