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I think it's in my best interest to take things slower. My central processing unit is hardwired to grab every plight by the balls, and twist. Even the simplest of things.. cigarettes! I rush a smoke! I do it until my stomach begins to gurgle and twirl. And then I'm done. I feel as though this is a dreadful route leading to Enervate City. I aspire to, for once, be able to abate my lead foot on life, and inhale the copiousness. |
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You know, things never seem to go as planned. There are always mishaps. Running late, restaurants closing, police. But when the clock strikes twelve, and the moments have passed, I miss them so terribly. With you, I find perpetual elation. And with you, I'm truly not scared. I'm at home. Without you, I am without heart. |
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Hey, miss. I had an impulse to ask you this. What are you doing? What sort of feelings are brewing? Tell me; I hunger to know. Where do you fancy you are going to go? I prize you, is all. I could not bear to witness you fall. For, I am you. To whom, unlike anyone else, you can be true. My thoughts entwine around yours. I feel your pain, each one of your sores. I realize your fears. And each of your countless tears. But here, I will remain. When others may present to you disdain. Hey, miss. I had an impluse to ask you this. Are you sure this is best? Is he so different from the rest? Is it worth abandoning all that you know? Perhaps you still need to grow. I suppose I trust you. And all that we've been through. Hell, I'm aiding you in ruining this poem. And possibly your only home. I'd leave it all for you, though. Without you, I'd have nowhere else to go. Hey, miss. I had an impulse to ask you this. I'm sorry. |
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I believe there is something, in every breathing creature, that compounds in the deepest crevasses of the soul. It is something lurid. Something veiled. All the same, each of us relate. Something heinous inside of me begs for control. For uncontrol. It is intriguing, the thoughts that surge, when one is completely alone. I'll see you in Disneyland. |
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There is a certain panic in my heart as of late. Be that as it may, I am overjoyed with a sense of release. My life is strattling on this new decision, and I am eager, enthusiastic, charged. All of it! I cannot wait. And yet, I am aching. The norm will be no more, but I am predisposed to this new avenue. With nothing but myself, I am on my way. Look out, world. |