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#everlong
i'm going to wrap myself within loneliness and allow it to consume me corrupt my lungs, my slowing down breathing numb my brain, to the point of dysfunction let me become so far, i can no longer see this place let me be, isolated and consumed, within this everlong solitude let me be let me be
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Apr 24, 2016
Apr 24, 2016 at 1:41 AM UTC
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Digging through the pile, always looking for a match Some thing to stop the pain, some kind of fix or patch She knows not what she needs, but searches nonetheless She knows not what's her goal, she does not reassess Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? She often finds a fix, or finds some thing to use No logic when she looks, why search when you can choose The only parts that fit, only work for a while The only parts that fit, are at the bottom of the pile Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? The dealerships still open, her heart it still does bleed When will she stop this search, they'll sell her what she needs Money's not the issue, for everything is free Money's not the issue, I'm sure she would agree Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? Now she starts to panic, the salvaged parts were cheap Knows not what to do so she falls over to weep She realizes now, the junk yard parts all break She realizes now, she's made a huge mistake Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? Thinking clearly now, she knows where she must go The pains already stopped, her face is all aglow She knows what she must do, the junk yard she must leave She knows what she must do, and what she can achieve Now she's shopping in the dealership, where everything is free Now she's shopping in the dealership, the dealership is me.
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Apr 17, 2014
Apr 17, 2014 at 2:56 PM UTC
Junk Yard Gal
Digging through the pile, always looking for a match Some thing to stop the pain, some kind of fix or patch She knows not what she needs, but searches nonetheless She knows not what's her goal, she does not reassess Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? She often finds a fix, or finds some thing to use No logic when she looks, why search when you can choose The only parts that fit, only work for a while The only parts that fit, are at the bottom of the pile Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? The dealerships still open, her heart it still does bleed When will she stop this search, they'll sell her what she needs Money's not the issue, for everything is free Money's not the issue, I'm sure she would agree Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? Now she starts to panic, the salvaged parts were cheap Knows not what to do so she falls over to weep She realizes now, the junk yard parts all break She realizes now, she's made a huge mistake Why’s she searching in a junk-yard, when no dealerships are closed? Why’s she searching for the parts with which others have disposed? Thinking clearly now, she knows where she must go The pains already stopped, her face is all aglow She knows what she must do, the junk yard she must leave She knows what she must do, and what she can achieve Now she's shopping in the dealership, where everything is free Now she's shopping in the dealership, the dealership is me.
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