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no i don't do much damage. no, it doesn't hurt; line after line, and a grave in the dirt. no i don't hate my life, well maybe sometimes. depression's a curse. no that's not a lie.
I have discovered the perfect plan. One that will keep thoughts and others at bay. I will learn their ways, their ideas, and emotions. I will be the perfect victim. I will learn to talk and say what is expected.
Flittering, fluttering, fast and faux heart Why will you not do your part? You’re quaking and shaking and making a fuss But all I desire is stillness and trust   Flittering, fluttering, fearful faux heart
I am alone at the sea. Bound by the wind. I only go where it flows. I've only been where it's been.   I am transferred to the desert. Sit on top of sandy dunes. The sun scorches my skin.
Yeah I know. This is supposed to be hard. This ridiculousness Has to get me Thinking I really miss this thing I felt. She Ain't gonna be my missis
In the state of apathy You don't need sympathy You can just let everything go Back when I cared was long ago Back when I was sad And it was so bad Then I realized that I could never soar
So I slowly am distilled A person made bland Slowly my emotions are killed And now there is nothing I cannot withstand A blank slate With abandoned grace And so I will wait
Pull my hair back and lay me back. 
Stand on the edge of your world Let your vision slowly be swirled Short days come around And so all will be sound Nobody in the city, nobody in the dreams Soon the falling tears will form streams  
One runny nose and two puffy red eyes says she's being irrational, A barrage of words only partially heartfelt, Unstoppable and not the least bit held back Tongue. Teeth. Lips. Air.  
My smile would probably hurt your heart with joy and laughter With plenty of blushes and boat loads of contained blood rushes Our dates would be walks on the Brooklyn Bridge
Panic sets in..  There's another storm in my temple, but it naturally stands firm. A place of ryhthmic vibrations, and home of love's peculiar creations. There's a need for an outpour,
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