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i am a tile of the carpet on the soil nothing matches quite right not stuck in any in between either good of bad. very bad. nothing makes sense. forever lost in my own mind the universe that consists within my skull holds me in like the rich wine into crates, all they know everything is wrong i don’t know how to handle it my arms don’t seem the same they can’t lift you up like they’re supposed to you’re all i desire i couldn’t ask for more but right now i couldn’t feel like less you raised me up then dropped me from the cliff my heart is pounding so hard i wish i could pull myself apart rib by rib toss them on the old tile then i could embody the way it should be **** you in the worst way then leave you lost and insecure then we could feel the same i can’t find my way home to who i am i can’t find who i used to be she left a long time ago she isn’t existent all there is left is broken shells waiting to shatter for whoever is willing to pickup the delicate remains cracking at every touch i thought i could save you but i can’t even save myself i wish i could be better, for you you are so good so so so good i am so bad so so so bad but i wish i could be good,for you
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
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i am a tile of the carpet on the soil nothing matches quite right not stuck in any in between either good of bad. very bad. nothing makes sense. forever lost in my own mind the universe that consists within my skull holds me in like the rich wine into crates, all they know everything is wrong i don’t know how to handle it my arms don’t seem the same they can’t lift you up like they’re supposed to you’re all i desire i couldn’t ask for more but right now i couldn’t feel like less you raised me up then dropped me from the cliff my heart is pounding so hard i wish i could pull myself apart rib by rib toss them on the old tile then i could embody the way it should be **** you in the worst way then leave you lost and insecure then we could feel the same i can’t find my way home to who i am i can’t find who i used to be she left a long time ago she isn’t existent all there is left is broken shells waiting to shatter for whoever is willing to pickup the delicate remains cracking at every touch i thought i could save you but i can’t even save myself i wish i could be better, for you you are so good so so so good i am so bad so so so bad but i wish i could be good,for you
I wrote this when i was too drunk to stand up
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Sep 22, 2014
Sep 22, 2014 at 9:09 PM UTC
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