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when it's really not.
we all have a story to tell. mine consists of rotten flowers, left at my window, to turn from pink to green to a bruised purple to gray. mine holds surprises that contain no real surprise, only bloody sheets and a signe… -
all for you
i'll take cold over hot, because you are snow that freezes my fingers, and i am the sun that melts you. but i don't want to melt you because i love you but obviously if we are opposites, we can't be together as hot a… -
all these things
love is like when you thought that the sea was full of sharks and stinging jellyfishes and scary things, and then you realized that it wasn't. and then all of a sudden; it was. death is like an infection; it's small at… -
snow drifts
the wallpaper crumbles at my touch, while the snow drifts in from the window. i woke up this morning, and did my hair pretty. for no reason whatsoever, and for no one either. i know i am lonely, but i don't want to be… -
tricked
he is dead, but the static in his voice, on the tape, says he's not. every time i hear, the lilt in his voice, and the british accent, my heart spirals our of control. but my mind, isn't tricked, so easily, into believ… -
the little boy
a little boy tells me, that i am sad. and while my mind flutters for words, my heart sobs quietly. i feel like a failure, to know that even a child sees through me. and i want to be better, really, but it wont happen. … -
like a breeze
the sunset coaxes me into tomorrow, while yesterday screams memories at my door. the telephone is shrieking things i forgot, and the tv is murmuring who's died. time ticks by achingly slow, and the oven burns my food. i… -
gone is everything i used to know
t o d a y ; i scream, and i scream. i scream like i've never screamed, but no one hears me, because my face is buried in my pillow. i wanted life to be ugly and beautiful, i wanted my life to be full. i didn't want thi… -
death is...
death is... like that time when your snail went into hibernation, and didn't come out of it. like that time when your fish floated. like that time you forgot to feed the gerbil, and it ate his brother. like that time… -
the memories i want to keep
the sun hits my calves, and i am filled with a sudden ache for oatmeal. the cherry blossom tree outside, is calling to me. music beats into my ears, and fills me with a beautiful feeling. and all the while, i watch over…
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like no tomorrow.
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