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 Nov 2018 juliet
Cowboy
Almost
 Nov 2018 juliet
Cowboy
We have promised that a kiss
Is forbidden
A line not crossed
But this kiss is there
Wanting behind our eyes
To be realized
As we steal a third
Embrace
 Nov 2018 juliet
lulu
winter chaos
 Nov 2018 juliet
lulu
winter nights,
couch days.
sweater, socks and
no pants.
coffee with half a spoon sugar,
some days i like the bitter and the cold in the chaos.
only cuddles and coffee.
 Nov 2018 juliet
kailee
us
 Nov 2018 juliet
kailee
us
love is still love
even with the bruises
the blood and bare knuckles

death is still death
even with the sorrow
the grief,hate, and tragedy

i am still me
even with the scars
the mental illness' and the past

why cant i be me around you?
is it because of the way we love?
or is it because of how he died?
if the ocean would carry me
it'll collapse under the weight of my bones
made with cement and steel
and the burden each brick owns

witness the waves howler and scream
just like the heart caged in my chest
blood bubbling around the muscle
surging with every beat and protest

the bottom of the sea may be quiet
like my tongue folded neatly in my mouth
though feral beasts deep within
choke with pressure more than i can count

the ocean and i are seperate
both flowers from different gardens
one ephemeral, one wilting before your eyes
but both's head tilting up to the heavens

sorrowful eyes, swirling, storm awakening
chaos mingling betwixt water and blood
ravid souls in dire need of feeding
cursed and blessed by god

i wonder if i could carry the ocean
within just the corners of my palm
i and the ocean - we are one
a catastrophe after the calm
i love the ocean. it makes you feel a lot of things.
 Nov 2018 juliet
Frank
Anxiety
 Nov 2018 juliet
Frank
Hush now, its just m̵̗̐͜e̵̢̍ͅ and you.

You're asleep.

We have lots of c̴̠̈́͝a̶̛̞͘t̶̪̊č̵̨̝̊h̶͙̖̎͂i̵͍̰̒͊ṅ̷̮̥ḡ̵̼̲̿ ̸̭̗̌͗ų̴̳̑̽ṗ̵̞̫̃ to do.

It's ok.

Ill tell you everything you did w̸̧̹̗̝͈͌͊̋̅̿͗̚̕ȑ̶͙͎̯͓̓̈o̴̢̭͙̫̠̮̹̬̮̫̫͋͛͛̒̓͐̄͆̓̀͗̑̊̽͝ͅͅͅṇ̶̛̻̑̆̂̀̕­̡͇g̴̢͎͇̩̹͚͈̈́͗̈́̽.

Its ok.


Ill tell you e̸̺̖͖̘̺̼͖̗͕̹̦̺̼͇͇̣̫̮͎̹͕̣͋̌̐̈́̑̂̓͂̆̐̒͒̐̔̒̽̾̆̅̕͘͝͝v̵̙̿͛́̈́̍̀͝e̷̽̂̓̌͗̚­̧̧̢̱̖̬̣̦̬͖̤̲͇̥̥͇͕̍r̵̭͙̥̺̙̜͉̹͕̽̍͆̈́̉̽̾͂̋̕͝͠y̶̡̜̝̮͙̞͖͔̻̻͙̲̒̅͐ͅ ̶̢̧̩͚̝̰̺̜̎̈̀͆͐̉̀́͑̊͂͐̌̒̂̀̃̊̊͘̚͘͜͠d̷͎̤́̔̽̂̑̒͐̑̈́͛̾̈́̿́̊̅̾̕͘̕͝͝͝e̴͋̐͠­̡̠̟̥̼͈͇̫͉̙͕͕͜ṫ̷̡͎̪͈͆͆͠a̸̗̼̤͚͉̟̞̞̥͓̹͔̼̩̟̔̒̏̌̉́́̓̂͒͌̋́͂̑̎͒͜ͅi̷̋̔̅̈­̧̡̡̰͚̱̝͍̱͉͙̎̇͒̈̐̓͛̔̅̔̚̕͠͝ḻ̷̡͖̗̝̿̋͋͜ͅ.̵̧̛̻̼̪̥̘͙̹̜͇͉͎̈́̉̏̐̉̉̋͑̏͆̓̓̀­̥̮̥̜̱̲̱̠͈̦̤͎





Y̸̢̓̌͐̎̒̒ö̴̩̞͕͍͕̣̼̼͕́͗͑̉͋̈́̃̓̀́͊͘͜ͅú̸͐̿̏̒̃̉́͗́̔­̧̨̦͚͙͎̹͈͕̲̻̘̟̩̏ ̶̩̝͈͈̪͕̺̪̼̞͓̙̐́̉̌̒̐́̆̾̂́́͠ͅç̵̧̧̯̹̺̤̙̝̳̺̻̩̲̲̃á̷͕̙̥͍̻̀̚n̴̽̅́̓̀̈́̕͝­͇͓͓̮̰̣͔͉͕̝̓̍̊t̵̨̡͍̰̰̘̖̜̖͐̇͂́ ̵̘͔͇̩̭̤͖̹̺̥̙͇͎̦͓͇̉̆͑́̽̃͑͛̃͂͝s̷̮̜̬̩̞̮̖̪͙̫̪̱̗̠̣̾̈̌̽̉̚̚̕͜t̷̓̾̔̒̎̇͐̚͝­̼̹̖̱̟͈͍̦͈̜̩̃̒ͅö̴͚̤͍͌̑͝ͅp̴̧̧̧̭̼̩̭̗̗̹͔̘̏ͅ ̸̜̅̏̎̐̊͆̌̐̇́̒̍̈́̚͝m̴̧̧̰͕͈̣̬̰̯̰̦̲̣̀͂̋̐̿͛̚̕̚ë̵͍̤́͠.̶̩̞̻̭̯̘̥̪̥̱̰̅



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Because I H̷̢̧̻̭̹͎͚̭̤̤̲̲̦̹̹̣̞̪͈̞̤͚̰̰̞͔̥̠̲̱̮͓̳̞̪͈̺̦̘̲̺͑̅̽̔̑́̆̄̑̿̒͑̏̑̾̌̈́͑͆͘͜͝­̝͎Ă̶̢̧̡̛̰͕͇̹͙̹͕͉͕̞̥̗͔̭̪̣͙̦͔̥͈̬̼͛͑̑̓̏͊̓̄̌̒͗̈́̾͆̓̊̿͛́̊̈́̓̃̀̎̒̽͘̕͝͝͝ͅ­T̸̡̢̮͓̩͉̞̥͍̻͉̯̠̮̩̪̺̥̪̥̤̦͙̤̯̞͖͈̠͎̰̫̬̠̩̯̜͖͙͓̦̞̬̯̀̂̒͐͛̄̋͋͆́͐͋͘͝͝ͅͅE̸­͇̤̖̲̟̲̾͊͆̇̄̃̀̓͊͊͆̏́̕͜͠ you.

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