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I was fine before I met you I was broken, but fine... I was lost and uncertain, ...But my heart was still m i n e I was free before I met you I was broken but free All alone with a clear view But now, you're all I see.. HEY, wait a minute No, you can't do this to me, wait a minute No, that's not f a i r...hey, wait a minute You're on me like jewelry, I really liked you, now i'm so scared!
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Jan 29, 2019
Jan 29, 2019 at 10:17 PM UTC
Too True Tuesdays
should we care if a kid is dying or if a fish is flying getting blind once or twice it's okay do you want some Ice?
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Jul 23, 2018
Jul 23, 2018 at 7:33 PM UTC
Global warming
Who told you that there was something like soul-mate floating around in the depths of the air? Who told you that even air has depths? Was it during introspection that it dawned upon you that all shallow things have depths? But then, the air is not shallow; It is not deep, nor shallow; How has the shallow air depths? If there are soul-mates floating in the air, it cannot be shallow; If the air is a mere mixture of gases, it cannot harbour depth. Now turn everything around: The air is shallow because it has souls floating in it; The air is deep because it is a mixture of gases- It is all a tale of contrasting realities, And I am asked that why is the shallow air deep, and where is the depth hidden? Hidden? If somethin is hidden, how can I measure the depth and the shallowness? If it is visible, I cannot see it. I cannot see it even when I see it. After all, things visible are invisible, And relatedness is a centrifugal force.
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Nov 18, 2015
Nov 18, 2015 at 9:20 AM UTC
Relatively unrelated
my skin is covered in green and yellow and black and blue fear grips me as much as love and the memory of you is heavy on my mind the colours that cover my skin (don’t?) move and writhe and the monsters haunt me at night (they’re painted on my body and we’ll never be free) tangy blue taints my heart and sometimes i wake to the smell of blood and destruction and i don’t even mind at all there’s a ghost in my chest and a lock on my door and i named them both after you
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Mar 25, 2014
Mar 25, 2014 at 10:47 AM UTC
apocalypse is such a heavy word, don't you think?