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Everything appears so much smaller in photographs. But when I was there, everything was voluminous, and crowded. I remember. Now it is diminutive, like the memory that I hold. My eyes are wide today, and I am exposed to it all. I have to take it in, while I still can. While I still have time.. |
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Come share this with me, And we'll pretend it's the way it should be. Entwine me close, And we'll capture this dose. Osculate my lips, And we'll flick the tips. Savor the sublime, And we'll hit it one more time. Come share this with me, And we'll pretend it's the way it should be. Tell me it'll be okay.. |
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What a waste of allotment. And I haven't much of it left. And this is how I spend it. Oh, a pat on the back is in great merit, for sure. I find myself so incredibly weary that I have lost all sort of cultivation and direction. Everything is granulating to nothing but rubble beneath my feet, and it is my fault. I am selfish, in this moment. I am angry, because I did not get what I wanted. Fiddle-dee-dee. Though, I suppose this self-diagnosis must count for something. Maybe. I hate this battle. We are at the top of the hill, and there is clearly room for us. Together. But only one must survive. Why? Please, let's work together. I want this to last. I want to live. |