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over it’s sight

 fleeting by day midnight over it's sight i can't yet grasp what it is she wants to tell me

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myfire

 i let the time drift into seasons

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over its arch i could see the shadow.

as different as it seems, i took a gleam down her own dress. she was a fucking mess, i got to say. but that stays ok. as much as all them other guys, sipping koolaid on the rise. i didnt get to them, put a mess in them, but then i said to them. ok, ill take back all the money, but for you honey you get the bunny. she laughed a little, put a smile inside my fiddle tea, for thats the rest of me. im sipping koolaid on the free. but then she asked me for some bux put a snoopy on the stuck, asking where the snow is, i must be rolling, roll is.\

yeah i remember that time. i was out in the back, just taking a few craps and my mother came in. she aksed me where all the money came from. i smiled a little, and headed back into the apartment. it was a high story apartment, very high so high the clouds went over its existence when you looked at it from far enough. it was impossible to discern if it even existed above the clouds and above. i just looked at it for a second, but my gleamer on for a reckon and checked everything. it was so beautiful. like the soul of a gem enterprised into the very own mist of its own shadow. i've never seen something so high. it was nice, i guess. \

i must have been walking for days, since this tea is almost empty. im still not sure of existence yet, but it stays in my very mind. as much as the snow coming down on winter. we have no choice to admit it, do we? something i can't yet comprehend. a simple story for facts, this will be all psychotic. a purple choice of matter, for what it is we cant yet see. it stays behind the very picture we keep seeing and all its existence. but why did we look at it, in the first place? i cant put my finger on it, so what is it! i really wonder, but everything is alright. that's all you''ve got to know. for that tea was used from your body in the past, and retransfered to its own regimen of a body to keep you to the place where you are now.

just like her ey. i couldnt yet understand what she meant. ; sorry its my voice coming out again

i just ran that day. couldnt stop running. it was like i had the decision between chocolare and cheso. BEAUTIFUL CHOICES. .. i just couldnt think about her voice.

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wop wop

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why am i still waiting for u

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ill strike a pose

 almost as midnight dawn can crumble into your hand

andnothing but a silence

through the open eyes of those

 who can bare the witness

of the open book

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for book

the clock strikes midnight and im running. im not too sure where though, all i know is that my footsteps seem bleaker by the moment.

from the silent midtowns of day, i see the light coming through the silent gaze of night, nothing but a sight of clearalality of overdrive into the never ending might through the vital wise of sentiment

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she fell she crashed she broke she cried she crawled she hurt she surrendered and then…. she rose again.

Nausicaa Twila  (via wordsnquotes)

NO OTHER WAY CAN SAY IT

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To my body, I am deeply sorry for all the things I have said to you every time I look into the mirror. Seeing only your flaws and imperfections. How my body is not as pretty and well-shaped like others. How my scars are so visible like the pain that I have inside. How I always loathe myself because all I can notice is the ugliness that I have but fail to see the radiance of beauty when I smile, when I laugh.. or even when I cry.. You deserve to be appreciated. Thank you for being my home. For 19 years, you became my cocoon. You became my shelter. You love me so much because you never failed to heal me when I have wounds. Physically or mentally… I’m so sorry for everything.. you make me wonderful. Even the crooked teeth that I have. You still make me look amazing. I will take care of you, as long as I live.

edahe, writing prompt #69: Write a letter apologizing to your body for any hatred and ingratitude you may have expressed. (via wordsnquotes)

i cant believe it

my first of my own disgust

i look into its eyes and cant see much

im scared that i went too far

i try so hard but it doesnt seem to work

i like it.. but do you?

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over oven days

 by the little night that lays

scars of delight i might say

 but his sweat stays inbetween my legs

and i cant

 no i sh--

what?

 i heard something

SKYE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! xDDDDDDDD

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when i close my eyes

my sight again

 i cant see it through the living light of the day

but it is there

 and i cant yet see the truth behind the fall

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and then came the time

 to buy the sugar

as it was always so good in the past

 you couldnt get it any quicker

from the second of thought that glimpsed

 onto the silver plate

who was told to have dinner late

 couldnt grasp its meaning of what it was

to bring such an hespredious delight

 of succulent disgust in content

throughout the whole entire feast

what a feast, phew

This night echoes with reminiscent cravings. The kind that envelope your dreams, taunt your restless sleep. As though your warmth was a breath away. When your fingers did trace my sides with deliberate purpose. When your hands breathed life into this skin. Gentle reminders of a delicate love, that bound tightly to one another, on a night just like this one. When your breath was my breath, and my grateful heart, safely tucked away inside your arms.

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fuk my slut

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i look inside the mind

 i see disapproval

like the turning of grooval

 until thy come forth with utter bewouldal

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my worst

its the worst when you know its going to happen. and you know why at the moment where its happening. something my mind can't content itself on its own, but i have to address it anyway. a sort of halloways of sorts, until the never broken ties can come out once again.

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fuk my sorceriz