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Sobriety

10 Sep Sobriety

  Theres none like it just try it i’ve learned to live by it. Fuck that I’d die. Then be sad, low, but I know what you don’t know. I know where to not go. And I’ll show you the best road. Live against and…

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Fracture

08 Sep Fracture

  Good morning darkness. Oh how I’ve grown to cherish you. Hello evening grace. Oh how I’ve grown to love you. The soft glow from the horizon cools my skin. The clouds echoes faintly remain.

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05 Sep Distances

Hear me for the words I speak are of the utmost of importance. They shatter like glass and tear my throat. I hope they mean as much to you as they do to me. Please just reach down and lift me up. My eyes are…

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04 Sep A Moment In the Life

Fuck. It’s not everyday I am like this, negativity haunting me. I wouldn’t usually care but I am becoming overwrought. Ill-suppressed anxiety and loneliness looming like a fatal cloud. This isn’t normal, this isn’t right. What is this? I can not explain this feeling other…

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04 Sep Shapeshifter

Shapeshifter I have been many things to you. We have lived many lives. First, I was your muse, The unattainable one, your jewel. Then, I was your lover, The one you entered and inhabited. Next came the mother, The cleaner, the finder of lost objects….

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01 Sep involving thoughts of a borderline youth.

writing in sand under the sun staring up at heaven and forging straight towards hell. waiting for the waves connect your dots cross your t’s and dot your i’s trace the lines, follow their direction. watch the waves take over you or humanity or temperamental…

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30 Aug tucson first step

when he looked at a woman he searched for qualities that attracted him because he wanted to desire her yet this tendency created an imbalance or disadvantage he was rendered weak to a woman’s beauty or whatever traits he idealized self-realizing this propensity he looked…

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30 Aug Hands

In the dark your eyes are reminiscent of torches. Glistening in the still of a night where rain is echoing in the soil. A calm breeze cuts through my frail skin. Oh, how it’s calling out my name, calling to me like the ground calls…

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