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Wanting to reach out I can't grasp just any hand so i can refrain and grab my own schizophrenic anarchy is always my second choice. So i tore rose pedals from the flower and yelled to the ever so guilty skies She loves me not! I must have been a sociopath in my previous life to quietly deal with all my strife and dissension with the acquainted A wise woman once told me *some people aren't content with their thoughts so they don't like to be alone* I lied and replied I AM with all of my polar opposites I am more alone than ever before, I can just blame the moon but i know that I need my ray of sunshine. not self pity, autobiographical
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
Alone
Wanting to reach out I can't grasp just any hand so i can refrain and grab my own schizophrenic anarchy is always my second choice. So i tore rose pedals from the flower and yelled to the ever so guilty skies She loves me not! I must have been a sociopath in my previous life to quietly deal with all my strife and dissension with the acquainted A wise woman once told me *some people aren't content with their thoughts so they don't like to be alone* I lied and replied I AM with all of my polar opposites I am more alone than ever before, I can just blame the moon but i know that I need my ray of sunshine. not self pity, autobiographical
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Jul 18, 2013
Jul 18, 2013 at 11:35 PM UTC
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