May 2013
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guys generally seem to like you a lot
when you are weary of them. when you dont put your faith entirely in them. its like they want to try to win it over or something. and despite my better judgement and my past experiences i always slowly become invovled. because just as you begin to trust them, just as you begin to get attached, just as you lose yourself a little bit in it all is when they seem to decide to not really want anything...
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she got all wound up and dazzled the crowd. like a glisten of the sun upon the current. like the beginning of a dream.
dum da
i’ve been writing poems since i was born don’t believe me? what if i had sworn on top of a big brown book of lies maybe then you’d realize that the truth is what we make it and most of that is bullshit but there ain’t really no way to quit
so write a song or drive a car either way kid, you’ll go far keep your eye on that northern star and make sure your mind it...
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flesh-and-stone asked: You are an amazing writer. Marry me. Sincerely, me xx
April 2013
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life is not a metaphor.
my chapters never end, instead they are extending with old hardships and new friendships and emotions are depending on the way the book is piling up, and bursting with pink slips. its weighing down my my backpack and throwing off my hips. i want to say that looking back on memories is like crack. its a drug. a fat old slug and i hate picking up the slack. it’s all pressing on my brain and...
