Like a wearied child's arm speckled with spittle.


In this life I live two lives.
I. Did. It.
I robbed a bank.
I mean..
Throwing things down into a pit of fire. I believe they have a word for this these days. I prefer to think of it as the other way.
Should I even study though it isn't one least bit interesting at all? My grades are total shits I think I've completely given up & not even trying at all. Day in day out, I'm lying. Why carry out this futile task of life?
Why are some people so happy while others so miserable? Thse terrible thoughts keep popping into my head. I’ve done a pretty good job at dealing so far. But when does enough become enough? Everyone shows me how worthless I am, HELLO, don’t they think I know this already?? :@ I'm just proving to everyone what I've been hiding. I'm tired of running a race with no finishing line.
Jumping back to my original position always kills the moment. No doubt I'm doing that again. Firstly. I'm going to get dressed. Intriguing. I hate the way you look at me. Stop it. Stop it. You said a painful & murderous no, but thn a few days later you wanted to give it another go. I was over the moon so full of joy, but before that week was up I figured it was already a NO. If I keep this up, I'll be old & dying. Or perhaps old enough to be a little happy? Not certain if I should start running away as far as I could & again, I will be running from myself as well. Still, thse fears will keep me going & shall lead me leaving from this place that I was never ever understood. I shall run away in disgrace. I know I can't save myself. I can't tell the difference between my fantasy & the harsh reality. You have the power to ruin or make my day. I can't help it. It almost doesn't seem fair. Influenced by you. How so? Seems like everything was just for show. Must plan a depart. Have you seen my true colours?
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Every cigarette smoke that surrounds you like art.





If a heart was split in two, could both halves still beat alone? Going along just to see what's in store. Lost in the arctic wasteland I have been, disguising the truth with a million lies. I play thse songs on repeat, waiting to feel something, anything again.
That's the way uh-huh uh-huh I like it uh-huh uh-huh. Lost & insecure you found me you found me.
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It's up to me to make you walk wild.





I know not where to begin. I see your spider eyelashes creep towards your cheekbones. I wanted that too.
Baby bumper cars sat in my arteries & thump-thump-thump around till my skin is vibrating.
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Your bubbly laughter is contagious.

The scent of my hair now smells nothing other than butterflies & cherries & lollipops & rainbows. Love it love it.
All motivation's now gone 'cuse all I wna do is lay down & sleep. My life is a big yawn. You glue me to this spot. Stuck. Love like hot cross buns.
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Dreams were cheap when we were young.


Eew.
Today I bought the ugliest looking pair of earrings ever on this planet though it's just two buckiess & it turned out to be the most horrible looking thing ever. Cheater earrings.
“Pleased to meet you, Roxie!”
What a mega shame, didn't turn out the way I wanted. My bad. 've been planning on escapes crossing a grassy plain & climbing great oak trees. When woman, when. How exciting.
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We're shining like them, with the prisoned radiance of electric hearts.


I opened your bottle tonight, 10 years of dust, shaking you free of memory. I smelled our year, an Italian sun on your skin, & felt the thunder of late night storms rumble up my throat. Twelve dozen roses & a cheap rented car. Twenty-one cigarettes, to take us so far. Past a red moon ; whatever you'd call it, with pain medication. & black nail polish. With your nana’s clothes. Her rubies. Her pearls. A stolen mum’s purse. & your coloured curls. Knock off earrings, white feathered hats, with perfect matching shoes, & slap bracelet accents. When the sun goes down, my summer is done. The way I see it, this town ain't big enough for the both of us.
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Three engagement rings & four bottles of vodka.

Our guardian angels came & talk to us 'bout religion & sins. Thanks plenty plenty. Time consumption, really.
I woke up this morning feeling kind of blue, when I stumbled out of bed & dragged my feet across the room. Bugger, I haven't got a chance to have my breakfast. I should be writing a stupid chinese essay, but I've got too much on my mind. Tell me now, I’m sick of not having the answer or even the questions, of just hanging there in the middle of absolutely nothing. I'm tired of hanging there in the middle of absolute nothing. gee who cares 'bout the homeworks I'm going back to sleep. With an empty stomach. No rice no noodles no pies no whatever.
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Plodding along throughout the dawn.

Onlookers' thoughts I cannot correct. I think I need a release.. But what? Don't they know I'm human too? I guess I should have told you, instead of simply trying to hide. I guess I was being defensive, I put my guard up just in case.
Cup your mouth to compress the sound,
Skinny dipping with the kids from a nearby town.
& everything that I said was true,
As the flashes blinded us in the photobooth.
Well, I lost track & then those words were said.
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Twisting & dancing under circular lights.

The Noob Adventurer.
GO Fish!
Complete with bench chairs & a tiny old radio.
One heart for sale. Needs repair.
You said we will reach the stars, Sweetheart.
Such an ordinary view can take my breath away.
Something so huge still has a vulnerable side.

Replay. My mind went blank. I turned rigid and shaky. The butterflies returned. I smiled though you couldn't see it. My stomach still flips. This smile hasn't faded. I remembered everything I encountered from the significant event to all the tiny details that the jigsaw puzzles pieces up.
I'm amazing. It's 1111pm. Four hours later. Make a wish. Bless you.
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You may now kiss the bride.

My nose is sick. One nostril's constantly dripping of liquid but the other one is not. Would.. Soup make me feel better? NO. Candy? NO. Ice-cream? NO.
Aw I'm touched with these words. Honestly, seriously, Aww. This woman speaks so true.
It feels so weird to be elated. It doesn't matter what else is taking over my life. Can you feel it from the bottom of your pinky pink heart? Will you still love me by tomorrow morninggg? It's so much safer & better to depend on your own rather than being too damn desperate for someone's attention.

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