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#seeya
i thought so much about it all this and that too many of this too little of that too many thoughts and so little eyes to see it all unravel. i need- i want- others to see my random words of nonsense.. to feel noticed for my mind. i think i'm ready to leave my old thoughts here.. to create something better somewhere else but here.
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Nov 22, 2020
Nov 22, 2020 at 1:49 PM UTC
(goodbye poem)
I scratch a couple of lines on a old notebook cover about a beautiful girl and her soon jilted lover He stays out so late til the break of dawn the jumps into bed with his britches on he smells like beer and farts in the air pulls the covers over his head like he doesn't care his phone is open a new girl on speed dial she finally caught him and starts to smile she packs his bag as he snores away he has to go he can not stay grabbing him by the ankle she pulls him to the floor tells him to get out holding open the door he stumbles out into the grass "STAY OUT" she yells "YOUR'E SUCH AN *** he takes off quickly in his fancy car got nowhere to go he heads to the bar he tries to call her she's done with him his chances with her are rather slim he made his bed it's where he'll lay that's what happens when you try to play
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Jul 30, 2016
Jul 30, 2016 at 11:43 PM UTC
Step Off *****
You are like a mummy wrapped in deceit no matter how many layers we go down just more lies and I'm sick to death of your stench
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Jul 6, 2016
Jul 6, 2016 at 4:49 PM UTC
A Mummy Wrapped in Deceit
"Fuckbuddy" does not apply when there is no intimate relationship between two people. But thanks for your input. Everyone feels a lot less stressed and irritated now that you're gone.
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Feb 24, 2016
Feb 24, 2016 at 7:39 PM UTC
To the Girl Still Continue to Bully Me For No Reason
January 31st is just around the corner With hope it will be slightly warmer I haven't seen you in a while Your lisp makes me smile I miss my Long Island New Yorker
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Jan 15, 2015
Jan 15, 2015 at 5:20 PM UTC
I'll See You Soon
The funky smell of her breath in the morning sun Her mouths words warm as a smoking gun Her earlobes cold in the wind Hands sweat entwined Her heart no longer mine A night to feel the solo beat Rhythm of a lost soul in the street
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Dec 30, 2014
Dec 30, 2014 at 12:41 AM UTC
Early Wake