March 2012
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The atmosphere of friday night: Bar filled with smoke, screams, broken glass. People dancing and confessing. Making decisions, saying words that they’ll regret in the haze of a hangover. This is where I find peace.
Under the influence I find you kneeled beside me -crying. I hardly remember the details, it’s a blur. I should hate you. I should ignore you. You’re a coward and I...
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Repeat it: What’s forsaken, I do not need
What’s forsaken, I do not need
What’s forsaken
I
do
not
need
I need new people
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I feel strength when I can go about, not talking about it.
Am I strong or weak for not acknowledging it?
Maybe I’m just letting go
Fuck, did I just caught myself writing about it?
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My mother always said that lovers are like busses, when one leaves another one arrives. Well fuck it, I know this. It’s just that I always long for the ones that leave, and feel careless towards the one (ones) I have. When they leave, old ones come back. And then I start longing for the ones that left. No matter what happens I’m always longing for someone else. It’s imprinted in...
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With every thought I hit a wall
I would love to express how this condition feels, but I can’t
I’m not feeling bad, but not good either
I’m completely numb
And I can’t think
I can’t move a single muscle
I’m forced to lay completely still
But I know that I’m alright - I’m not depressed
Just numb
Can’t think straight
And then it...
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