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Water cry's from the shower head, as I question the never ending vines that surround the lost cottage. Is infatuation my greatest desire or mygreatest..
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Surviving the last of
the fight
She sits inside a canvas of coffee, ready for a new age, a
laughable repeat of the 60’s in a new and im..
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I am not writing this to whine, it is just me writing and rambling.
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I am not exactly sure what I was writing. I was overwhelmed with emotion. Also, I was listening to on of my favorite artists, Lana Del Rey, whose musi..
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My dreams prove to be exact. She is forever gone and I know
I will never encounter her presence beside me ever. She was and is the ghost tortured..
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Venting
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Plagued by pain inflicted sickness. Cutting people out of
construction paper and throwing them into the abyss. Driven by anger and
frustration. ..
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She holds my hand and learns who I am, by short seemingly
meaningless conversations. Eventually, she begins to question if I am the
person I pre..
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I find it so hard to live in reality, when fantasy is so
much more beautiful! I guess that’s what they call creativity, because it does
no..
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Depths of curiosity behind the concrete obtaining life as if
you are in a dream. What is behind the bark of a tree? How many perceptions are
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