~719

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war between spiderwebs n flies

falling under, let me fall, rescue, surrender, i can't believe your marveled expression, when i tell you that you've gone too far, pass it on, follow some more, that's not what i meant, fuck you for not listening with such intent, you've no remorse, no relief, take it back, i can't believe your primitive attack,
calm it down, climb the walls, cover your ears, fill the stalls, moisture erupting beneath cells so superficial, tears falling, there's no competition, expected nothing other than a web of lies, the war between spiderwebs and flies...

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fifteenwhen it's over we won't be free if i fell off the edge you'd jump after me you said but it's over
and we cry and we hold eachother and we lie with paint on our hands and blood in our palms we mold into one we die into none this is our day you said and this is what you'll pay i make it all seem worthwhile but i wish i felt the same as you feel with someone new and i cry and find new ways to insult you with startled eyes i develope the news and with tears i realize i don't wear the shoes mastered voices can say wh fifteen
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starved for youraindrops and caressful stinging red motions your eyes and your hands match the ocean and waters of despair have opened as wounds with the red sea pouring out with every move the sharp serenade of my heart sings a song with lovely verses and a pulse so wrong i wish it could end, i promise myself i wish it were over, i wish i could delve into deeper liquids with none to fear and fallen angels will surely stear my life will be guided with eyes and hands like yours of the ocean i repeat again but your wings have shattered into screams and your life is nothing as it see starved for you
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follow my fearsentice
suffice
and lively delight burning through blurred sight cigarettes with no ashes sighing with no breathing wandering minds show no desire of relieving rely release erase
retaste a dark retrace my steps have brought me fears my lips have tasted your tears follow my fears
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eightso stale the smell of your skin near me so soft the idea of being a million miles away so innocent the idea of me crying in my sleep so innocent the idea of me screaming in my lifeless awakening your cautious touches were not helpfull
the keeping away the time progressed and i was not a soul just a warm compressed body
just moments from my own ill fated
decomposition you touched as i let it all fly by you demanded as i let myself die so stale the idea of your gross hands upon my skin so sick the feeling that t eight
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my throat hurts

Mon Nov 25, 2002, 4:01 PM

i'm so sick of being sick. holy shit it's like a neverending fucking cycle of sickness breeding in my cells. i'm just going to do nothing tonite. sit here and be lonely and feel sorry for myself and drink coffee. and maybe watch a movie or something. i hate the holidays.

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