As of late (pt. 2):
        
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I don't think I've ever actually been exposed to this feeling as much as I have in such a little span of time. I've always been a hopeful person, possibly too hopeful, but my hope gets shot down consistently lately. And, in turn, shooting the hope- shoots right through me. (Scraping my heart a little, at least.) And by lately, I mean for the past ( Read more... )

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I'm a fuck-up, I know.
but thanks for reminding me.

I don't want to spend another day in this city.
I woke up thirsty, it's hard to go back you know.
Let's not fall back to sleep like we used to, do you remember?
I don't want to wake up knowing I don't have a future.

Stay out of love until you're ready,
stay out of it 'cause it scares you.
You'll still find your love outside the public library.

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Every town has a diner, where I'll meet you and your friends, too.
Things are just a bit nicer over some coffee.
You can tell me all about your day.
I don't know much about you, not that I want to.
Not that I want to.
Sometimes I can't escape from my room, so excuse me--I'll be just a little late.

You will wait for me.
You will wait for me.

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How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd.

I'm okay.
Nothing more, but a lot less.

everything is mildly fine.
so-
what [the fuck] is wrong with me?

You've got a way with words that leaves me tangled in a rope of arms,    tearing at my limbs.
I don't know whether I'm conscious or in a meaningless dream.
My body is ready to abdicate from this flesh-ripping virus.
No fucking cure; no fucking remedy.
Kicking and screaming won't save me from this affliction that directs my body and mind.
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