words waste away
into old bits of rubble
and ancient-cy,
if there is such a word
which i know there isn’t but
should be
because of us
[and i say the last bit about us
fast, rushed- but it paints oily
streaks on your eyes, and they run
slow, slow, slow off your face.]
sometimes i hate to talk.
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u? not talking? please charu. get real.
dont hate to talk man. can u imagine a world where everyone doesnt talk? and its just silence! whoaa... that is officially my worst nightmare
anyhoo, i really like the bit in the [brackets] hahahs, gettit? anyhoo, yea, i liked that part so much, it makes it seem like u mean it, but u dont wanna let anyone know. i dont know. i just like it okayy. nice confusing write. got me buddy!
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This was very interesting and full of emotion, that last paragraph was certainly a nice grabber
Well done.
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