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my heart must have sank to my feet when it hit me. i started to walk and the pain set in. you didn't deserve it. god knows you didn't deserve it, but where was he that morning. it's got to be easier when you don't really care. when it's someone elses pain, someone elses loved one. this might kill you, but how many birds would it be with one stone? i need to be closer right now. i just want to give you a hug, feel your heart beating. memorize it's rhythm, just in case it's the last time i get to say i love you. These are just things i've wrote over the months. Just adding them to my blog. |
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-I don't want to be here, could you lay me in a position where I will be at one with myself, with the sweet red, with the sweet red you spilt, will you paint my portrait in the snow?---- Hello, all. I've been sleep for most of the day -le sigh- I was suppose to go with my friends downtown, but my retared sleeping habbits had other plans. I failed both my test with 68's today in my classes. Grr. Driving on the way home from class was awful. I was so sleepy, and I almost dozed off while driving (yikes). I guess tommorow I could do something to make my day a productive one, but I doubt it. Anyways, I hope all you had a wonderful Friday. Ta. |
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i miss you..i really do the pain nauseates me. so i started smoking weeks after you left, although i detested the taste infringed upon my mouth.i inhaled greedily hoping the smoke would cling to my hair.my clothes.my skin just as it had clung so gracefully onto yours that day we walked around downtown in the frigid december weather.There was a culminating obsession to smell like you. to sound and act like you thinking it was a method of retrieval. to compensate for your absence. |
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Are there really such things as patterns in life? Do us as humans try to find patterns in things even though we're not thinking about it? I think we do. Why else is there so much drama in everything, so many emotions in one's soul. If we can't find the patterns, these emotions come out. |