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I feel like
you are the kind of
perfectly imperfect person
I could make
my home

The kind of
warm
safe
dusty
sanctuary
I could dwell in
forever
Yeah. words just keep happening and I'm depressed and alone, so shut up.
If I had it within me to run away,
I have too much to run from,
And nothing to run to.
So I 'm just stuck singing the same tune I guess.
your name
is just another dull sword
through my heart
Did you ever
Think on behalf of my feelings
Next time
Think of how selfish you are
When you say
I love you.
Maybe I should be content
Perhaps life was being kind to me
It took everyone away gradually
Instead of in a handful.
You and me,
Listening to Italian rock bands
Promising it'd never end...
The music stopped.
I want to go back
to the days when
I could show up
at your doorstep
and we'd mess
around a little
because I need a
distraction from
the chemicals
   in my bag and
the blade
   in my hand
Thoughts.
For some reason watching you game was a major turn-on.
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