I want to change your train of thought while draping truth over the tracks. I want to cradle your hand in mine while overtly pushing you down. Its more metaphorical than hypocritical! I want you left, listless and confounded.

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And So I search for your hand while imagining this union will somehow yield a transcribed perscription for togetherness. My breathe is held and my pace is steady, but more importantly, my hopes are high.

Now I have locked my actions
 in the grooves of routine.
So I may never be free of this apathy.
But I wait for a letter that is coming to me.
He sends me pictures
of the ocean in an envelope.
So there still is hope.
Yes, I can be healed.
There is someone looking for
what I concealed in my secret drawer,
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im 19 & that's pretty old. not old in the hypersensitive, giddy banter type of way. old in the, i'll never be 16 again type of way. but then again, who'd want to?

i think its funny how most people i've observed let their insecurties get the best of them, just let them eat them up inside until all they can do is project this sense of self worth and heightened stature. flaunt the few characteristics that make you proud! better some than nothing, right?

wrong.

you know you're shit, so stop pretending.

ALL IVE EVER WRITTEN IS NONSENSICAL BULLSHIT! IT'S ALL HORRIBLE. IT'S ALL COMPLETELY WRETCHED. IN FACT, YEARS FROM NOW, I WILL DENY EVER HAVING PENNED IT!

my skin not flesh
pulled under the pins
true illumination
not passive passifists

speak it from your perspective.

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