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You were just standing around waiting for me to forget my own tricks. It's not like I was in the best state of mind to be remembering them anyway. I was holding my hands and bending my knees. Swaying from side to side. Watching a broken television from 1999. (Wishing something good was on). I know **** is artifical but I still like to repeate it when you call. I'm comfortable enough to *** infront of you, but I'll never tell you those kinds of secrets. My face is numb with fat and whenever I try to talk, my jaw breaks. I can smell your gum with my eyes, and it's delicious. I'm screaming about religion and telling you I'm gay. Nothing is accepted, and insults are just words without real meaning. Sincerety isn't in the tone, it's in the meaning. I want my ideas to stand out but I hate reading in italics. Things are changing and old feelings are fading. Dying quietly in the corner so as not to make a scene. It happens to everyone if you know what I mean. I forgot how to write, I forgot how to think, I'm surprised I'm alive, I forgot how to breathe.
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May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
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You were just standing around waiting for me to forget my own tricks. It's not like I was in the best state of mind to be remembering them anyway. I was holding my hands and bending my knees. Swaying from side to side. Watching a broken television from 1999. (Wishing something good was on). I know **** is artifical but I still like to repeate it when you call. I'm comfortable enough to *** infront of you, but I'll never tell you those kinds of secrets. My face is numb with fat and whenever I try to talk, my jaw breaks. I can smell your gum with my eyes, and it's delicious. I'm screaming about religion and telling you I'm gay. Nothing is accepted, and insults are just words without real meaning. Sincerety isn't in the tone, it's in the meaning. I want my ideas to stand out but I hate reading in italics. Things are changing and old feelings are fading. Dying quietly in the corner so as not to make a scene. It happens to everyone if you know what I mean. I forgot how to write, I forgot how to think, I'm surprised I'm alive, I forgot how to breathe.
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May 6, 2010
May 6, 2010 at 9:55 PM UTC
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