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Written on the fifth of December at 2:11 AM
Inspired by Clay and delirium - a rant/casual essay
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**disclaimer:
do not assume that this means I'm im love, that I know what I want, that it justifies this boy, or that he is just as enamored by me. Frankly, that sort of thing just doesn't happen. This might be the most quixotic, beautiful thing you've ever heard, but I'm never ever ever going to have the guts to put myself out there and say any of this. I think too much, I want too much, and I'm always going to be just another optimistic fatalist. don't ever get yourself as insecure as me. it keeps your tounge out of most boys' mouths. This was written in the heat of a moment, and, looking back on it tomorrow, I'm going to think I'm ridiculous for writing it.**
Also, please note the repeated use of the phrase "I feel." Not 'I think,' "I feel." I might not ever feel the same way again. Who knows?
I think that's why I write, isn't it? Gotta keep track of seconds like these somehow.
- For James
- THIS IS OLD
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Metal is unity. Anyone else get that? At the rec show, some fuckers were trying to fight tonight.
Does anyone else out there fucking remember what music is abou - Wherever you are, I’m sick of losing you. So sick of losing myself in words or at least a loss of them and I’m so sick of the world spinning on and on and on an
- I'll never find the perfect words to hit upon the beauty of a wasteland of bricks, broken windows and first kisses. I've come to the conclusion that there is no
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I. Still Life
The winter we've been sleeping through for all of our lives is starting to thaw out. The crystalline pieces of ice dusting our lips is melting an - On your average night in your average club with your average coked-up girls full of average broken love stories, I saw her. She was twisting to some alien beat,
- I want someone to hold me until I cry and know, just know that I don’t have to worry about them letting go and holding someone else’s hand because her words ar
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I'm running. I'm running away so hard and so fast, though I don't know from what. My heart's racing. I can't control what's inside of me. It's like possession b
- I want to dive into you and have you wrapped around me. I want this so bad, and, funny thing is, I have it. Rain feels like him. It washes over me and brings me
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I took the stage in a rush of silence. Certainly, not the best way to be greeted in a typical sense, but I was feared. It’s a pleasant thing to be feared, reall
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