2013
it started terribly. drinking alone. lock myself in the bathroom. they're all happy. they all got somebody. and me i'm all alone..
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desolationrow
I dig Bob Dylan. // I'm not a fucking poet. My brain just likes to throw up sometimes.
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remember a day.
my body has made an imprint on my bed. my blanket is old. my toes curled. pink floyd is playing. my head is a million things. hurting. sighing. weeping.
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midday blues.
I'm just here dyin and baby I know you're no good. I don't think you shine as bright as you used to. You got duller with each time you blew me off, uglier with each unkind word..
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november 8.
cold wind, it bites through my coat. different shades of color. there's a patch of grass on the ground. i can make out the rectangular shape even though it's been a year.
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spring. we were blooming.
He's sitting on the ground. I plant myself near him. Next to him. I'm always floating. but this time around,. I'll stay still. Just for him. He tells me not to leave him. His eyes are deep. Open wide.
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sunday afternoon.
I'm wearing the sweater you gave to me, On the day we first made love. Or tried. It was quick. Fleeting. Hurt. We collapsed on your bed. Big bed with plenty space, Where we would lay in the...
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letter to steve.
I scraped the inside of my hand coming down to xeno, I guess I grabbed a fucking branch the wrong way or something.
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