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 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
I want to travel away for a while, forgetting the troubles of the world. As I have relax safely miles and miles.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
martin
Broken
 Mar 2016 Weasel
martin
Who will mend this broken chair
This useless one just standing there
Waiting for a drop of glue
Who will mend it, if not you?

Then take this lonesome broken heart
Can you fathom where to start
Who can make it beat anew
Who can mend it, if not you?
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slightly changed re-post
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
Never give up
even if or when
You stand alone in the end.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
r
Love is like driftwood
coming and going
with the tide

Love is a hurt animal
breaking the quiet
of the night

Love is like smoke
through a spiderweb
hard to hold onto

Love is pleasure, love is pain
like sunshine and rain.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
Their ego never dies
claiming to have changed but continue to lie. All about themselves is all they ever spoke, they become as dull as an empty bottle of coke. They'll want you when you're gone, remember they're the sinless one who never does any wrong. Humans are their toys, searching every direction for innocence to destroy. Convincing that they need you but you know that is not and will never be true. You my dear have already been poisoned by the tea of lies, here I present you the narcissist's cry.
 Mar 2016 Weasel
Chloe Zafonte
The best you can do is find your own sunshine when the world is dark, even when trying to be happy is no walk in the park.
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