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I don't want to be in love with you anymore
I hate it when I think about you
I hate it when I talk about you
but the thing I hate the most is that I can't let you go
I need to think of you all day
just to get through it
I make contact with people I liked in the past
but I can't stop thinking about you
I run, I sing I do almost everything
but your everywhere
in the songs I sing
in the paths I walk
in the wind I run through
it just all reminds me of you
I hate it when I think about you
I hate it when I talk about you
but the thing I hate the most is that I can't let you go
I need to think of you all day
just to get through it
I make contact with people I liked in the past
but I can't stop thinking about you
I run, I sing I do almost everything
but your everywhere
in the songs I sing
in the paths I walk
in the wind I run through
it just all reminds me of you
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i'd do anything to be with you
i cannot eat my cereal because my tears, too thick,
are ruining the flavour... with a "u", because all i want is...
you are perfect for me. okay ? motherfucking perfect.
my missing piece, my truelove, the one i'd do anything
for. now i am listening to all the songs that make me
think of you, just trying to hold on. i know you think
that i deserve better, but no... i don't even deserve you.
i don't deserve your heart. but here, take mine anyway.
if i can't have you, i don't want anyone. i would feel like
i were cheating.
please don't tell me it's not my fault.
i don't want to sounds obsessed, but
i would rather have no life th
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antagonistic, i have no pulse.
hold on.
hold onto what?
hold onto me, hold me,
when nothing else matters
because my arms are open 24/7
25/7 actually, even that extra hour
on the longest day of the year
because that's how special you are
(to me? i guess. but i never know
if i guess correctly or not)
"wait, did you say something important/poetic/meaningless?"
what.
"hold on a second, i'm busy."
well, i've never held onto a second;
time always slip through my fragile
fingertips. never held onto an hour
either. or an our. a your? fuck you
pronouns. just hold onto something
(i'm a thi
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I Am.
I am the silhouetted figure standing alone in the dead yellow glow of the single street lamp's flickering, dying light. The cold wind blows the debris along the cracked street, shifting the image but not the feeling. No one will fix it. No one is even here. I stand alone keeping company to the tiny, hopeful sprouts emerging from the long jagged cracks in the ancient cement, starting their lives in the place that others have died. I stay with them, watching over them to make sure their tranquil growth is not disturbed. Neither of us have anywhere else to go, so why not stay? Every second spent is not wasted because it is spent doing something.
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