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half a person
I'm drawing words from a tired heart.
Saturday, September 12, 2009
alone with everybody.
I don't feel much of a connection with my writing anymore, before it was such a release for me, I felt like I was lifting some weight from my heavy heart, but it almost feels like a chore now. I knew it wouldn't last, nothing ever does.
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Outside the glass.
7months
late nights, and cold wine.
fading into the background
falling in and out of life.
Lavender Chamomile Sleep.
burnt toast.
our love to admire
alone with everybody.
forget the night ahead.
December 24, 2008
no use now.
I guess I forgot to keep my friends from falling off.
Can you find love through a telescope?
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