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Its hard to wallow in sorrow its even harder to watch you do it. I don't love you or care about you or know you but I want to. It's ok that we forgot how to feel so I guess its ok that I am in pain now. Can we remember? I want to just ******* stop, trying. go do something. It's pathetic. Your pathetic. Carry a flower by its petals to the icy marble of an upside down statue of a Catholic reverend mothers torn womb. Torn petals broken flowers let it move and slide through space pressed tightly between two pains of glass the juices excrete from the flesh of a flower. Its really beautiful. My mind is so happy, the satisfaction of watching the life squeeze out of a flower under glass makes me feel safe to express the emotion love.
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Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
with two hands, firmly
Its hard to wallow in sorrow its even harder to watch you do it. I don't love you or care about you or know you but I want to. It's ok that we forgot how to feel so I guess its ok that I am in pain now. Can we remember? I want to just ******* stop, trying. go do something. It's pathetic. Your pathetic. Carry a flower by its petals to the icy marble of an upside down statue of a Catholic reverend mothers torn womb. Torn petals broken flowers let it move and slide through space pressed tightly between two pains of glass the juices excrete from the flesh of a flower. Its really beautiful. My mind is so happy, the satisfaction of watching the life squeeze out of a flower under glass makes me feel safe to express the emotion love.
Excuses are easy when your dealing with the English Language.
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Jan 17, 2011
Jan 17, 2011 at 1:56 AM UTC
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