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| You are my spirit, my will to live, streaming through my veins consistently; mending to my blood, blending into me. Coinciding my mind, You are my heart, my passion for life, beating me to the fullest in ways I am no longer sure of. The supplement for my lacking, the knower of all I never tell, you are where my strength begins and where it ends.
You tell me you love me, and my mind becomes frozen in a tumultuous flux. Unable to move, unable to process even the tiniest of thoughts. My words come out slowly; falling off my chin, they seem so clumsy to me. But is that my fault? Or is it yours? My lips say I love you too- but my mind and body say so much more. I want to stay and become apart of you, a part of your smell. I want to melt into your skin and force myself through your veins, if only you'd let me in that far. I could live forever just me and you, the energy we give.
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| I have nothing clever to say. My words, my phrases, they aren't beautiful; Falling off my tongue like awkward shapes. If only i could mold them with my hands, maybe then people could understand.
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Then all silence is removed from thelast room with the cord ripped from the phone.
She stays asleep; She remains asleep.
Why won't she wake?
In the background I can hear the trumpets sing their song so powerful, so elegant.
This is what scares me the most.
If I can't have her, who is there to carry her love across oceans?
She used to remind me that all is not lost, as long as what you failed doing was something worth more than just your arrogant pride.
This is true my girl.
This is true.
I will always keep that in my mind, to open it.
To be reborn is to define the intent of finding bliss in tragedy.
I'm in your debt.
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| I've been sitting here for awhile now. Waiting for something to come to me, but, nothing. Nothing at all.
I feel like I'm drowning, all the time.
In turn, I try to fix the problem by attempting to mend what is broken. Something in my mind keeps telling me that if I do this, it will get better. I know I'm lying to myself. I know it. But I can't stop.
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| I'm always left wondering when it is that people will start growing the fuck up.
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I'd rather be yours.