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    Mood: The Usual

    I feel like my body fell asleep, and since then I have been walking around in someone else's shoes, I woke up next to a stranger but I fell asleep in love with you. And if you want breakfast, I want lunch and if you want a walk, I want a run, and if you want to hold me, I don't want to be touched. And some days when I can't decide what to do, you want to do nothing at all, and its all wrong, I can't make sense of what I once could. And my friends all say the same things, why are you still here, why hasn't this changed, and the answers I come up with sound like nothing built on nothing and the truth is, you don't fit me, you give me fits but I can't complain because you're it.

    ...Created 2011-11-15 04:07:26

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    Mood: The Usual

    I think everyone to some extinct believes that they are misunderstood. That is what I sometimes believe to be the most honest truth about human nature.

    ...Created 2011-10-19 00:32:21

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    Mood: The Usual

    I was biting my tongue just for something to do,
    the clock was ticking drums and my heart was a fool,
    built myself on nothing and I'm coming down so soon.
    You're getting high on grass and I'm skipping class, be gone til noon.

    Don't damage the things you leave behind, someone will find them someday and don't apologize for the things you say because you'll mean it all tomorrow. I'd bet my bottom dollar you won't be sorry for long.

    You're hanging me out to dry on the line you've drawn for me.

    ...Created 2011-10-16 23:26:18

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    Mood: The Usual

    There is something that lingered, not really a smell or taste or sound as much as an overall sense of something missing, something that was once but is not now present and that is what I think of when people ask me how you are. I don't know how you are nor do I really know who you are because to me you were there. That was what you were all about for me. So now that you are gone, you can't be what you were, and that makes you a stranger.

    ...Created 2011-10-12 14:28:40

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    Mood: The Usual

    There is a delicate rhythm to me that you haven't slipped into, a tick tock sense of timing and binding and bending and its rendering you useless as a past time, I apologize for what I am but I can't take you as you are.

    ...Created 2011-10-12 14:25:41

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    Mood: The Usual

    I worry that in the space you give me, I will shrink. I will bend and fold into smaller and smaller sections until only the corners of me remind anyone of what was. I could do it. I could disappear. I feel it all the time.

    ...Created 2011-10-06 23:43:55

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    Mood: The Usual

    I worry all the love songs got written
    Whats left for me to say about the shape of your face
    or the way there is just something about you
    and how you make me feel soft inside

    ...Created 2011-05-14 22:28:10

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    Mood: The Usual

    She had tattoos and a headdress

    ...Created 2011-05-10 01:13:48

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    Mood: The Usual

    You say the bed isn't right for you, its too soft. I think maybe I'm too soft too, too warm, too peach complexion and big eyes, too holding hands. Too sleeping late on Sunday morning. I'm not sure if I can harden up.

    ...Created 2011-05-10 00:52:28

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    Mood: The Usual

    your hands and mine are in a cruel conversation, your hands are asking questions and mine don't want to answer

    ...Created 2011-05-10 00:48:52

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