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Do not steal, I will fucking hunt you down. Memory Has been like ashes upon my ciggerate Which has fallen Into the ground The dampness Soil Wraps the ash around Like a baby In a blanket Protect my ash Into the ground --------------------------- My soft skin Stings my fingers, my chin I feel the moss, leaves, growing inside Up my cheek, early to rise. The throns, prick upon, my rosy cheek. Breathing deep, my lips that shake Skin, still soft, Lustful. Staying still, remaining soft, til the day goes. |
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It has most definutly been a couple of months for me, probably for everyone. Depression, swirves in a out, like a wave around my mind, body, soul. I can't write about every fucking single thing right now, I need a drink of water, a ciggerate, and sleep. I'll continue this post tomorrow. |
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My heart hurts, it Already hurts. Its already been through alot. I respect how he said he could not be in a relationship rightnow, life, personal stuff, school, acting, job. It hurts it honestly does. i was beginning to like him. I loved our coffee dates. Funny conversations. How we met through I friend Tim Who died recently. How the last time Travis saw Tim was with me. Coincidence? Whatever it was, it was an amazing feeling. I knew not to get tooo attached. Not to fall to hard. But it is HARD. My heart fucking hurts. And all I want to do is cry, and heal myself, but nothing is coming out right now. God, please help me, Spirit Guides and Guardian angels please be by my side. |
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She woke up with a bottle of whiskey wrapped tightly in her arms. She thought for a moment she was holding her blanket, the warmth, the thing that soothed her. I don't know where I'm going with this. I need writing tips. |