eight ball

[newyorkburrito]

The truth is too big to grasp. Your eyes just aren't big enough. If you want to see the future stop looking in the past. My hands are twitching and the seas at war. I want to feel the power. I want to feel complete. When will my love return to rescue me? I don't like to think of where I've been, just like to hold on to the faith of where I'll go. I

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[papayanuts]

ah sara, you've turned to the abyss of bleak whispers- and I- another diagnosed as so have turned to self deprication, self mutilation of the heart- pain pain pain.

because there is no happiness here, the pain will do?
but when it gets to strong- we sleep in waking dreams...

I wish, only to wish- that we could spend months and years talking and holding and listening, sweeping the pain and sadness from eachother.
if only.