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let me do the right thing, let me do the wrong thing.
falling out of love at this volume...
I love falling asleep to the sound of rain on my window.
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oh stay with me arienette until the wolves are away.
I'm exploding happiness
For absolutely no reason.
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well let the poets cry themselves to sleep.
New obsession! Bright Eyes.
I had heard "First Day of My Life" & "Road to Joy" before and the former has always been one of my top ten favorite songs.
But I never looked farther into the band.
HOLY CRAP where have you been all of my life?
It's perfect. Utterly perfect. -
dead sound.
I'm not going to use this as often now.
I'm going to be okay.
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there goes the fear.
The only way I can describe it...
It feels like I'm in a box
Or I'm wrapped in cellophane.
And I'm kicking and screaming to be let out.
And I remain trapped.
That's how I'm feeling.
I'm sorry for being emo like this.
I know it gets annoying.
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i know a place where no cars go.
I'm not even allowed to buy things on iTunes anymore.
Is it really that bad?
Tomorrow is his last day at home.
The last day of life as I know it.
I might take you up on that offer.
Be prepared for a sobbing phone call tomorrow. -
stop the world, i want to get off.
I've fucked everything up.
My entire life is tumbling down.
I hate talking about this.
I hate feeling this.
I hate seeing and dealing and touching this.
I DON'T LIKE THIS.
Don't you understand that? Any of you?
I'm sorry, but I'm not doing this to have some pity party.
Even yelling about this is making me seem pathetic.
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This week has been the worst week of my entire life.
And to think, I was looking forward to it.
Welcome back, depression.
Lets try not to control me this time, shall we?
Good. I won't let you. -
pink bullets.
I was just bony hands as cold as a winter pole
You held a warm stone out new flowing blood to hold
Oh what a contrast you were
To the brutes in the halls
My timid young fingers held a decent animal.
Over the ramparts you tossed
The scent of your skin and some foreign flowers
Tied to a brick
Sweet as a song
The years have seemed short but the days were long.
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