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Tired… in my soul it hurts to breath. The dreams, the nightmares, the sleepless nights. It is a damn shame considering nights used to be the time I thrived.
I break my own damn heart and my own mind comes to rolling boil. Reality is malleable.
I know that if I were to remain in a constant state of inebriation I would get done what I needed to but then I would be relying solely on something and that I cannot do. I need to be alone; in my thoughts, and in my body. Sometimes… just fuggin’ sometimes.
Poems, word, phrases
Distant, cold thoughts in my head
Why do I dream this?
Will her voice ever quiet?
A breath from her and I die
I break my own damn heart and my own mind comes to rolling boil. Reality is malleable.
I know that if I were to remain in a constant state of inebriation I would get done what I needed to but then I would be relying solely on something and that I cannot do. I need to be alone; in my thoughts, and in my body. Sometimes… just fuggin’ sometimes.
Poems, word, phrases
Distant, cold thoughts in my head
Why do I dream this?
Will her voice ever quiet?
A breath from her and I die