The three cigarettes I have left aren't enough to last me for what I'm about to attempt, and my guess is that I'll soon grow frustrated and quit. Pick and choose your battles.Try tackling this in sessions rather than all at once
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Eventually - we're all dead. Life, whatever its definition may be, leaves whatever we're defined as and in that living humans define "us" as deaths victim. Words. Surround, build, we base ALL THAT IS NOTHING AND EVERYTHING OFF OF ...a collaboration of words. Alcohol. A rediculous substance that alters out chemical state. And we're left to fend for ourselves against the enemy. The blurry vision and fumbling of lips. You may be distant and sad. Distant and...distant. Grey skies, blue eyes. Goodbye blue skies. I spoke of a you a few nights ago. On the edge of the word - waves crashing at our toes. ON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD. Amphetamines full throttle. Ready to consume the entire body of salt and water. Fish and flesh. MOUTH WIDE - HEART SpLIT IN TWO. I'll bleed - attract sharks. And continue to be eaten in a red mess of smiles and tears. I wont remember anythign that is you, me, them, us, we, our, I. I. I. I. I. I. I wait in solitude. A failed attempt at wanting something more than I've had.
Bravo, Miss Flinn. It's nice to hear from you and see that you're still full or surprises.
now here's something for you:
It's smeared and these blurs come in random order, and the color of the eyes of your former lover- hers were green like July except for when she cried, they were red. Now I know what disease these doctors can't treat.
This July they shine more green than the July that's passed. Happy. Content. In control.
I was at the beach this past weekend. And you know how that goes. I shouldn't have contacted you last night - but a few drinks will do that to a person. Hope things work out for you.
I see no harm in it. I'd like to talk to you more because I know that I've thought too, but I didn't have the courage to say anything. Idk. Miss you, Flinn.
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if only for a moment
and miracles are bullshit
love
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Life, whatever its definition may be, leaves whatever we're defined as and in that living humans define "us" as deaths victim.
Words. Surround, build, we base ALL THAT IS NOTHING AND EVERYTHING OFF OF ...a collaboration of words.
Alcohol.
A rediculous substance that alters out chemical state.
And we're left to fend for ourselves against the enemy.
The blurry vision and fumbling of lips.
You may be distant and sad.
Distant and...distant.
Grey skies, blue eyes.
Goodbye blue skies.
I spoke of a you a few nights ago.
On the edge of the word - waves crashing at our toes.
ON THE EDGE OF THE WORLD.
Amphetamines full throttle.
Ready to consume the entire body of salt and water.
Fish and flesh.
MOUTH WIDE - HEART SpLIT IN TWO.
I'll bleed - attract sharks.
And continue to be eaten in a red mess of smiles and tears.
I wont remember anythign that is you, me, them, us, we, our, I.
I.
I.
I.
I.
I.
I wait in solitude.
A failed attempt at wanting something more than I've had.
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It's nice to hear from you and see that you're still full or surprises.
now here's something for you:
It's smeared and these blurs come in random order, and the color of the eyes of your former lover- hers were green like July except for when she cried, they were red.
Now I know what disease these doctors can't treat.
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I was at the beach this past weekend. And you know how that goes.
I shouldn't have contacted you last night - but a few drinks will do that to a person. Hope things work out for you.
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I'd like to talk to you more because I know that I've thought too, but I didn't have the courage to say anything.
Idk. Miss you, Flinn.
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