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In the pines. Song lyrics/poetry. Steal them and I'll hunt you down. Wandering into the pines. Looking for the man who stared at me Mysterious face. I cannot concentrate. Run into the ashes. The ashes of the forgotten. Cremate yourself into the pines. This unforgiven way In which you hide From the angels Where do they fly? This stillborn sky Wash yourself into these sins The man appears stroking your hair, your skin. Shiver away From the cold hard touch His hands so brittle and soar No sense of warmth Within his flesh Bones shake. You lay still. The scent of his breath Left behind Into the pines His body wanders Away from you The pines will never tell Your sorrows will whisper through. Into these pines. You never knew. |
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Summer has now come to me. The fast heat approaching. Summer wind. My blouse undone. Its summer now folks. Heat. Warmth. A growing time. Its time for a change. I'm considering getting my hair cut short. Boy-ish short. With cute bangs. These past nights have been swell. Confussion within myself, Deprieved of sleep. Cold water helps. |
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Its a lonely existense. I fucking hate myself right now. I want to destroy myself, destroy myself good. I can't even fucking cry. I'm sick of Nanaimo, I'm sick of living here. I only have a couple of friends. I just want to crash somewhere in Parksville. My folks cannot and will not see I to I with me. Everything hurts right now. I wish I could just fucking go somewhere with peace. I know I have better options other than to hurt myself. But you know what? That seems like to only option right now. To inflict pain onto myself. I know that will do nothing. So. I will force myself to eat something, somehow shower and catch a bus into Parksville and do whatever. |
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Girl Germs The nurses Nurse Nurses acid cat floor hahaha |
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My eyes met his, He met mine. Why are you so intoxicating to me? Your eyes, your eyes, your fucking eyes. You are truly a misunderstood individual, and I relize that. Fucekd up people, attract other fucker up people. Or so they say. Something draws me to you. I can't really explain. I met you last year, and I thought. I thought, I thought alot. Is this Infacutation? Or just this summer heat? Sexual Frustration? Most likely. He has a girlfriend. Is what is running through this mind of mine. You know that feeling you get? That you know you have a little connection to someone a.k.a a spark? I don't like the word spark. A connection being, phsyical, emotional, spiritual. Emotional. Definutly. The sun tastes like nector upon my lips Sweat drizzling on my forehead, dripping on my chest. And All I can do is think, think about you and your eyes. Your eyes. |