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I’ve been struck down again,
fully aware it’s my own doing.
Do you have a heart you can lend?
Mine’s drying from the taping and the glueing.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
are you smiling or are you snarling,
more importantly are you mine?

Outside the window seasons blend,
the temperature holds no meaning.
I notice the change and the trend,
to ignore the withdrawals from weaning.
Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
you’ve been avoiding and been barring,
but you can’t severe this line.

The stronger the initial fear
usually means the most is at stake,
and trying to prevent a single tear
can lead to the worst heartbreak.
Those who leave the best memories
usually leave us with the most hurt,
you know we can’t just live life with ease,
there needs to be some blood on a white shirt.

You can try to completely forget someone,
but putting that effort in means you’re actually fixated more,
and after all is said and done,
honestly who do you wish to be behind that door?

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
is it cleansing or more harming,
to live in denial all the time?

Oh my darling, oh my darling,
oh my sweet Clementine,
when it’s finished it’ll be starting,
and I’ll stand under the Montauk sign.
Been thinking of Eternal Sunshine a lot lately, and this came out in two minutes. Not great, but it is what it is. I picture it in the Huckleberry Finn tune also.
A bird flies into a window it can’t see
Until it hits the glass it doesn’t realize its not free
That it can’t be who it wants to be
That it can’t sing its melody

Now its broken, its shattered
Now nothing mattered
How can lives so simply just shatter
How can it be, the spider web fracture

Once and twice three times now
The rule of three follows me around
If I scream will it make a sound
Does anyone notice I'm going down

Like a bird needs to fly
Like a widow needs to cry
Is how I need to say good bye,
to cut off all my ties

A bird flies into a window it can’t see
Until it hits the glass it doesn’t realise its not free
That it can’t be who it wants to be
That it can’t sing its melody

Like a bird I am confined
Nothing not even my thoughts are mine
In here there is no such thing as time
I am slowly losing my mind
allison 18h
the
    
                                         thoughts
in                      my
mind        

float          ­                                              
                  ­                                                           around
until                                      they
come      ­                            
together.
the thoughts in my mind float around until they come together.
in case you can't read it.
"Onwards and upwards"
all those big hearts said
when they tried to heal my pain.

Across melancholic plains
where sadness rises in the hazy purple ether
human hearts reached out
their gentle hands outstretched
extending kindness, solace -
whispering prayers of hope
rooted in kindness.

The kindling of self belief
and a new beginning
now near enough to touch.

"Onwards north,
my friend"
they beckoned
"It is the only way to live".
Before the day when my mind flickers
Before the night when fear grabs my wrist
Before the moment of emancipation

When I lose my sanity,
To the courageous fear beneath the beds of my heart.
When the flood comes in dark,
And the moon ditches without leaving a mark.
I sink and sink.

The way I feel possessed,
The way mad I am,
The way I know not about my constancy.

I know I shall stumble,
I know I may fall,
Amid this,
This which is no revelry.
joren's 2d
so my common sense
expands past
common expansions
this trance is
a prison my sentence
i'm risking
Gaining time here i
wont die here
i try to hear the guards
i lie here
constructing and tinkering
but i fear
my concious and thinking
are not clear
This is a mess. I can't really explain it, theres just a line you cross between normal thoughts and ones that involve actual thinking.
if it's real enough to ask yourself,
you probably are
i don't particularly like the answer, but i can't deny the truth forever
Q 3d
I wonder if a brain is just a brain
         Or if it holds all the answers in the world
         Or at least the answers to why I am
The way I am
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