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They've chained me to the speedway,
racing my own heartbeat.
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Sit with me a while, in these quiet hours I hold hostage with fluorescent light. Because I'm less than sober and lonely for another breathing soul.
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How many of us live eyes half-closed denying our world potential?
Too afraid to face truth and find something to believe in.
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Have you ever thought how much easier this all would be
if you
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i. The desert morning greets me
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He stood there beside me, hands cold and empty even as he held everything, confessing want of change.
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Rain breaths new beginnings,
and nature strings poetry
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Your quick smile and witty comments can't hide your sad and breaking eyes.
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I hold on slowly, and try to forget tommorow. Because sunrise is coming for everyone but me.
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Holding my breath, I search for the words to make you stop and truly listen.
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Sipping instant coffee to maybe take off this harsh edge.
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I laugh quietly at the fools proclaming undying love and feel
immediately out of place.
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If you play this game long enough, you will notice a pattern. First, you are in the shallow end of the pool, still testing the waters and m
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I think it will be easier now. I've made a descision, and it feels right. All I have to do now is hold myself to it. But now at least I know what to do and I'm determined enough to make it. It feels good to have direction aga
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I'm letting go. I'm happy for you, really I am.
by Travel Notes
15 lines, 8 comments,
on Apr 19 4:16 PM. In Personal, Pain, Sad, Love, Life, Lost love, Friendship, Longing, Moving on, Goodbyes
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First I was broken, life was hopeless just like me. Then, I was determined, I'd win you back and fight till the end.
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I thought about calling you,
as I sit here sleepless at 3:35AM but I bet my voice
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I know it's my fault and I should have seen this coming a long time ago.
by Travel Notes
31 lines, 4 comments,
on Apr 12 6:13 AM. In Love, Personal, Life, Sad, Pain, Depression, Sadness, Lost love, Loss
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Wake up.
That's light, coming in
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How? How on Earth can you still love me?
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Sitting here in the purpled fadind sunlight drifting casually through my favorite floor-to-ceiling window and pensively chewing the head of
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I color my mood in deep reds and purples
that bleed and trickle down to
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I'd forgotten you -mostly-.
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The oxymoron label of heartless police reports.
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Footsteps crunching softly Like powdered sugar
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In these soft candle lit hours The voice of my auditory muse of the moment
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