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A vast landscape beckens onerous treks  Entreating tilling rocks and honest thoughts. Paths ahead intersect, awaiting steps Lined along eager vines and ochre moss.  
It’s hard to remember but sometimes I think of my neighbor’s garage. It was silver and white. He gave me a pair of vintage suitcases that had travelled to Paris. They were blue. I went to the emergency room twice as a kid.
When I come to you, I am watermelon gum and wrinkled clothes pulled from moving boxes I am a smile at everyone and chipped bright nail polish.
dear mountain standard time   the desert is in itself an oasis, an escape from the monotony of trees and grass that plague the forest valley   they are all i have ever known, truly
There are boots in the dark behind him in the night like the stone cold end to a brave, stupid flight   The boy runs quick as only a boy can. This little boy still thinks he’s a man.
One big move States away Nothing left to prove I wish I could have stayed   Here in Ohio Moved from Texas Hurts, so I cry, Oh Fate seems to perplex us   I feel like a ghost
I don't think anyone understands how lonely and depressed I am. I don't try to hurt myself in any way. But I'm just so unhappy with life.   And it hurts to get up every day, acting like everything is ok.
Still feeling alone.Everyday. Every night.I got myself, but I'm wanting more.Wanting something different.Another person in my life.
Social media is the worlds imagination. You can be anything you want. Doctor, nurse, rapper, singer, model...those are the most popular. All you need is a few followers.
When you pass down the streets in Chicago, Cleveland, and Atlantic City, you see it in their eyes. They’re not yet sixteen, acting eighteen, Driving their moms up a wall when they don’t come home for supper.
Fiends, fixes and critics skit all quick t- shift their feet           toll road hits ditches, chickens n’           pigs [pens inattentively stitched in the streets.] Everywhere you go: it's "bitch!"
It smells like coal my mother says "Reminds me of my childhood," she says Reminds her of family reunions Ashland, KY formerly a place of gathering (It is now a ghost-town living up to its name)
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