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  • Feb 28, 2015

    I don’t care for the warmth of being loved as long as I can love someone with all that I have. I don’t need to be loved, but I need to love.

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  • Feb 27, 2015

    To live alive than in death.

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  • Feb 26, 2015

    and even in dreams
    he never chased
    never saved
    i was gone
    like i apparently wanted

    subconscious
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  • Feb 25, 2015

    The future is vague, unsure, uncertain:
    a possibility.

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  • Feb 24, 2015

    He took my breath
    and ran.

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  • Feb 22, 2015

    I was in love with a knight in shining armor that turned out to be a martyr hidden amongst a bed sheet.

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  • Feb 21, 2015

    red on the vanity
    i asked to ask for me
    dabble in sanity and wonder if he ever loved me
    but all else, if the blood he oozed spoke truth
    i wade in red and wander in blue
    the way the sky changes its hue, mood and all of the bruise
    how tattoos speak truth
    i lie in black, laugh about his cracks
    the drugs, holes and lost soul
    he always knew, regardless winter daze
    but i don’t miss
    i don’t need this or that or anything at all
    i throw up walls, stride tall and hide from it all
    i know time and how blood thins
    one day reality will question
    the lights will dim as the body begins to thin
    my thoughts will diminish while i lie back
     
    i think we’re finished

    blood and body
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  • Feb 21, 2015

    I live in a world where I’m not afraid of dying or killing and I’ve come to the point where I don’t know if it’s healthy or insane.

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  • Feb 20, 2015

    I will love you until the end of time and honestly, even after.

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  • Feb 18, 2015

    I loved to the point where it’s impossible for me to love anything else as I’ve given all of me for what I thought was all of it.

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