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You have become nothing but a set of electrical signals whirling around my brain (how fun it sounds to be so worry free) Jumping synapse to synapse as you make your way into my head, once in a while, one in a blue moon, perhaps You are no longer real you are no longer there and I cannot begin to fathom how this came to be I no longer utter your name from my lips for it was too familiar to me and it sure as hell hurt to hear myself say your name And not hear you say mine. For I am longer a part of your senses and you are no longer a part of mine And I only think of you when I cannot fall asleep And this is where I tell myself to stop being a ******* liar* because I dream about you all the time I no longer need my limbs to reach out to you and quite frankly I don't want them anymore; they're always getting me into trouble For you, the optimist, the portrayal of all that is good in mankind and the epitome of its failures have become the source of my recurring pessimisms I do not understand why I keep pouring water into my ears in an attempt to drown you out Only to realize, that it wasn't my ears I was drowning anymore.
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
If the glass is half full, why do we drink it?
You have become nothing but a set of electrical signals whirling around my brain (how fun it sounds to be so worry free) Jumping synapse to synapse as you make your way into my head, once in a while, one in a blue moon, perhaps You are no longer real you are no longer there and I cannot begin to fathom how this came to be I no longer utter your name from my lips for it was too familiar to me and it sure as hell hurt to hear myself say your name And not hear you say mine. For I am longer a part of your senses and you are no longer a part of mine And I only think of you when I cannot fall asleep And this is where I tell myself to stop being a ******* liar* because I dream about you all the time I no longer need my limbs to reach out to you and quite frankly I don't want them anymore; they're always getting me into trouble For you, the optimist, the portrayal of all that is good in mankind and the epitome of its failures have become the source of my recurring pessimisms I do not understand why I keep pouring water into my ears in an attempt to drown you out Only to realize, that it wasn't my ears I was drowning anymore.
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Nov 13, 2013
Nov 13, 2013 at 8:21 PM UTC
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