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Collecting WordsI know you've been collecting words.Collecting Words
Words to throw at me. Words that are beginning to feel like hot coals on your tongue just trying to push their way past those sensitive bone walls that you clench in response to my actions again and again.
Because I'm that person who leaves socks in every room of the house and then complains of not being able to find my socks to wash. Because when I tell you I'm taking a nap you know I'm really in bed crying, trying to comfort and hold myself instead of letting you in. I'm the sort of person who cleans when they feel like they're breaking down just so I don't have to stop a


Sand and GritLips raw with paper cuts formed from love letters you never wrote Your kiss does nothing to quell the painSand and Grit
How can silence be questioning? But ours is.
My eyes are no longer seeing-things they're orbs of sand and grit
Tightly clenched fists are suddenly lax Bloodied knuckles all for naught
When morning breaks My demons are on the run, hiding behind my kidneys.
God himself wouldn't bother His all seeing eyes They wouldn't examine my inward parts They would become orbs of sand and grit.
I still cant help but
Lightning

The WorldThe alarm clock flashed an angry 6:41 accompanied by that aggravating beep. She always set her alarm to times that were slightly off. Times that weren't normal because, after all, she was not normal. That grating beep was ignored as the girl remained motionless in bed. The beeping became a pulse. A healthy reminder that she was alive. A small turn of her head led her to discover it was a cloudy, hazy day. The sort of day that begs you to stay in bed. The sort of day that warns a person of dangers the outside world holds. She dutifully listened and continued to stare out the window and pulled her blanket up close to her chin.The World
Bee
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zean
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With love,
*Gir-Gir
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Fly me away,
take me away,
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Nothing matters but knowing that nothing matters
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Drum, Sex and Photography.
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gerekli olan?
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willy wonka is my pusher.
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Art is Air
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