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[throatsore]

Already, I haven't written shit and I'm laughing. Laughing at a word that used to mean something. It used to mean something to us all but now when I read my "friends" journals

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[too_mouse]

One day, I'm going to ask you to love me wholy, and I'm going to mean it so damn hard that you're eyes will see diferent colors. We'll call it "the eventual progression of friendship, surmounted by the awkward juxtaposition of my teeth and your unawakened inner potential." I won't expect you to say yes, not ever, but I will expect you to recognize the ache of unwanting romance. Sheathed in the gentle lullabys your grandmother sang you that had no words or stories, I am that request.

Do me next?

[throatsore]

and one day I would have given everything and painted the world brilliant with ease, but now... and anyways, I saw it and heard it long before you.

What do you want?

[too_mouse]

An emotion that didn't eventually hurt.
Also, an apollogy and a promise.
Maybe a visit?

[throatsore]

i offer no guarantees but if you save yourself from love you might just be lying. Show me your whole.

andreaajones@hotmail.com

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[too_mouse]

Well painted passion
You rightly expect
Impersonation
The dumbing down of love
Jaded in anger
Love underwhelms you
No box of chocolates
Whichever way you fall
And if i tell you
Lover alone without love
What will happen
Lover alone without love
Will you listen
Lover alone without love
No no i'll get this
I want to treat you
You're still not famous and you haven't struck it rich
Underachieving
Cos no-one's receiving
This tunnel vision
Is turning out all wrong
Music is worthless unless it can make a
Complete stranger break down and cry
And if I tell you
Lover alone without love
What will happen
Lover alone without love
Will you miss him?
Love alone without love
Without love
Without love
Without love

[too_mouse]

I don't know what game we're playing anymore.

[throatsore]

just checking