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& happiness, happiness is like an old home ive never visited the one we see in dreams like the ones on ivy-bridged hills like the ones in cold breezes that gives birth to shuddering hearts & sadness, sadness is like that broken road to a broken home it is misfortune disguised as your biggest familiarity its like that rubble ridden road to the airport I am so afraid of the rumble of engines its like the gravel on a ghost carpeted floor echoing with footsteps of a child child with broken teeth child that is fast-forwarded entropy now & roofs, roofs i may have over my head but, whats a home when roofs cant shelter you from the blizzard right underneath it? tell me. whats it like? when familiarity is your biggest fear? like how the door to your childhood home reminds you of being trapped in forever or how the sunset through the ***** window only reminds of you of how blind youve been because I I am tired of fighting past the empty alleyway haunted by ghosts I cant forget I am tired of the cold blizzard that freezes my words I am tired of the asphyxiating snowstorms that anesthize my breath I am tired of the broken past and- thats okay. because; the cold wind blisters my lungs but sometimes its the only thing that reminds me im still pretty much alive now, its only time that i get to the home ive never visited to dig up the grave you buried my innocence and finally reclaim what has always been mine.
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Feb 12, 2017
Feb 12, 2017 at 6:38 AM UTC
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familiarity
& happiness, happiness is like an old home ive never visited the one we see in dreams like the ones on ivy-bridged hills like the ones in cold breezes that gives birth to shuddering hearts & sadness, sadness is like that broken road to a broken home it is misfortune disguised as your biggest familiarity its like that rubble ridden road to the airport I am so afraid of the rumble of engines its like the gravel on a ghost carpeted floor echoing with footsteps of a child child with broken teeth child that is fast-forwarded entropy now & roofs, roofs i may have over my head but, whats a home when roofs cant shelter you from the blizzard right underneath it? tell me. whats it like? when familiarity is your biggest fear? like how the door to your childhood home reminds you of being trapped in forever or how the sunset through the ***** window only reminds of you of how blind youve been because I I am tired of fighting past the empty alleyway haunted by ghosts I cant forget I am tired of the cold blizzard that freezes my words I am tired of the asphyxiating snowstorms that anesthize my breath I am tired of the broken past and- thats okay. because; the cold wind blisters my lungs but sometimes its the only thing that reminds me im still pretty much alive now, its only time that i get to the home ive never visited to dig up the grave you buried my innocence and finally reclaim what has always been mine.
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