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[fearismyonlygod]

head spins, hands shake the mixer of no sleep and way to many cigarettes. every pound of his heart reminds him how alone he is. and all he can do is sit her and do nothing. self pitty that works or so he thinks if life was a movie he would of died already. but no life is life and thats all it is. the more he sits and thinks and does nothing the

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[nicollypolly]

ya know it's funny. that's how most people think they are going to recover from their eating disorder. they are just waiting for the day that something just hits them in the back of the head and bam, they are on the road to recovery. but that's not the way it works...

and you say: "we are here to just live we are here to eat, sleep, fuck, cry, hate, love and die" but we are here to experience life. do things, travel, go bungee jumping and sky diving, and paint and take photographs, or in your case write songs, play music, and act.

anyways, i shouldn't be analyzing your poem....
which was a beautiful yet sad poem.

ya know i was thinking, if you get the job at barnes and noble, you should ask if you could play there one night....

[misledyouth00]

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