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It's simple to be terrified
of everyone
and everything
When every time I
open my mouth
the Worst of me comes falling out.
And fears are always proven
true when you go
searching
for their hate
You bust your nose
on sharpened woes
before they
even know your Name.
Maybe they don't hate me.
Maybe there is no good defense.
Maybe it was my only strike
Against us ever being friends.
But I will bite my tongue in half before offering you a real amends.
of everyone
and everything
When every time I
open my mouth
the Worst of me comes falling out.
And fears are always proven
true when you go
searching
for their hate
You bust your nose
on sharpened woes
before they
even know your Name.
Maybe they don't hate me.
Maybe there is no good defense.
Maybe it was my only strike
Against us ever being friends.
But I will bite my tongue in half before offering you a real amends.
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Relive
and you and i relive our joy every night without much thought about why we do it we share the details of our secret loves with one another rekindling the fire that sparked it all the glimmers the sparkle the glamour of that first interest leaves you and i hungry and i believe you and i are growing closer by these addictions and vices we feed at 3:15 am this dream exchange is going to crash one day because the money we stake on this dream talk is quite a big gamble and we, the poor and sensitive, are running out of free passes yes one day either we will consume our dreams or they will consume us.
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Letter's from Luceal
June 6th
It's been a year. A whole year, has gone and went in a blink of an eye. Damn.
I didn't really want to start writing. I think it's kind of stupid, but Hope talked me into it. Say's it'll be good to get stuff of my chest.
I don't even know why I'm writing these. It's not like your ever going to get them. Not like I'm ever going to send them.
Still, Hope says I should write down what happened. Holy Hell a year. I've been gone a year.
Damn I don't know where to start.
I asked Hope. He says to start from the beginning, but I don't really know where that is.
Did I ever tell you about my life before we met? Before Az brought me back?
I
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Home.
The night is pitch-black all around, save for the uncountable mass of stars winking benevolently at me from the tarp of deepest indigo that hangs overhead. Everything feels suspended in that momentthe stars, the crescent moon, the sparse, gray-black clouds, this little island called Earth, and even myself. It feels as if my feet don't even touch the ground.
I feel as if I'm falling into them, the stars. There are so many of them, filling my field of vision, that I am taken by a sudden bout of dizziness and fall back into the Earth's gentle embrace. In response she twirls me around playfully, pulling me into a slow-motion
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Written at 4:51 in the morning after losing my cool in a chat room. Oh, yeah, I've reached that special state of mind.
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I like alot of your themes you use in your writing, very connected.
"Words like ashes falling from my mouth"
"Words like ashes falling from my mouth"