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(someday you will be loved)works of words.
sidewalks.see, we all want to believe there's somebody out there for us. but in reality, the chance of finding one is near none, so it's best for you to accept that now. i speak through experience and scientific data that has to do with scabby hands and bloody lips, so you best beware my warning that i'll bestow upon you now.sidewalks.
don't get too comfortable in the arms of someone you've come to admire, chances are they'll leave you dazed on the sidewalk, plastic stars and artificial moons swinging jauntily above your head. i pity the rake with poor sharp teeth and its ability to get stepped on, and be broken like that. us humans, we're a bit ha
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riding two-wheels.sometimes, we feel gutworms sloshing around deep in our bellies. they nibble and squirm and brush their velvet-slime colored bodies against the inside of ours. i like to think they're pretty actually -- one of the only beautiful things inside of me -- and will one day overdevelop from their butterfly form (which they lovingly leap into whenever we're talking) and explode into a million little icicles, which will hang from my heart strings and eventually melt.riding two-wheels.
she presses the pen to paper because if she doesn't she fears she'll end up with it sticking out of one ear, drove too deeply inside and embedded into her skull. he tells he
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secrets don't make friends.for a while, she liked to believe, they were like complimentary colors and soursugar. the way that he would press his lips to the nape of her neck and she would slide her bony skeleton into his solidness. his realness. they complimented eachother with monchromatic lies, her brash to his mellow, his willing to please, to her lust for tragedy. he smiled and she smiled back and they fit together like puzzle pieces. when x and y existed solely for their own equation they created this unknown variable: z.secrets don't make friends.
z was the doubt and uncertainty she held and the pleasure they took from eachother. z spiraled and shivered and trembled with the h
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i'm just saying.you can be my little freckle my one and only too-perfect for words flaw we like the way we're together a tangle of limbs and webbing and dreams nothing more and nothing less and we can melt together on the coldest day in hell.i'm just saying.
i will be waiting for you on the edge of my driveway on the part where it's all gravelly and loose and where you scabbed up your knees when i forgot to warn you that 'careful it's slick.' now you always remind me.
and now i know that when i get blood poisoning from all the ink that's seeped from mind to pen to skin &n
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answer me.you always said i had the worst taste in music you've ever seen and honestly i didn't care because i liked yours just fineanswer me.
all those times you said i love you and ily and do you love me too and i said yes how are they crushed by goodbye?
seven letters, one for everyday of the week (the first week without you) i see them all the time because you decided to write them on my wall
on sunday, g shows up have a good life without me have fun grinning without my jokes goodbye
the start of the week on monday the first o is
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fireflies at sunrise.i've grown quite attached to the fact i never wear sunscreen anymore and how it's turned my too-white too-fragile too-clean skin into something dirty and brown and red and shaded and fracturedfireflies at sunrise.
all the good friends i've made and all the snowflakes i like all are damaged and have holes in them i have only me myself and i
to blame for my sunburn
so i know it's my fault that once more i will peel you off and then have you simply burned
back into place
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sidewalks.see, we all want to believe there's somebody out there for us. but in reality, the chance of finding one is near none, so it's best for you to accept that now. i speak through experience and scientific data that has to do with scabby hands and bloody lips, so you best beware my warning that i'll bestow upon you now.sidewalks.
don't get too comfortable in the arms of someone you've come to admire, chances are they'll leave you dazed on the sidewalk, plastic stars and artificial moons swinging jauntily above your head. i pity the rake with poor sharp teeth and its ability to get stepped on, and be broken like that. us humans, we're a bit ha
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we left our love in our summer skin.
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