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I wish you could hear
my head at night
then you'd understand
what it's like
Some souls are tethered loosely,
At the slightest breeze their rope becomes undone
And up they soar.
To all the wonderful people whose time on earth was short.
the glass is neither half full, nor half empty.
it is rather full and overflowing.
it, then, creates
an ocean of images
of past lovers.
i'm drowning.
Are you jealous about someone who isn’t yours?






Yeah, me too...
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