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however the reader sees it.why does it always yearn when i get that close to you? when i'm so far away. and i always will be. when i hear you in your natural habitat and i feel like that's where i belong..like it's where i've always belonged. and now i'm so far away..and this is home. this feeling is what i've become accustomed to. this feeling of watching from a distance, the life that i'm supposed to have a leading roll in. this distance, when i miss it (or you..however the reader sees it) is too much for certain minds to bend into something i can cope with. so i don't. so i laugh and i pray and i smile and i say that i'm always here if you need me - and i watch youhowever the reader sees it.
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write it ourselvesthey're building me like they built Rome. one day at a time. or it wasn't built in a day. something that took too long and in the process became beautiful. something that was less then what it was, and became more than it could have been. the innocence and sinfulness of the snow draws me. where it was nice before..it's not anymore. i think it's sleeting now, and that's a shame. in so many ways it was like something new had come upon us, and now is gone. like how we all wished that one last bus would pull into the station on time (2am) and take us to a place we'd never been, where no one knew us. how we wished we'd been brave. and how it had bwrite it ourselves
by ~feelmesomehow
dipped, not dyingit's waiting for us..it's waiting for us somehow. let's jump..it's not far to the ground. can't you see the leaves and how they seem dipped, not dying? oh how there are familiar shades that i've never seen, only felt! what brilliance is there - what radiance that you can not see at night!dipped, not dying
and the night brings with it shining eyes and warm goodbyes and tears and no more fear. no more fear, child..the light is near.
loves me, loves me not, loves me, loves me not.. &
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Morgantown Chronicalsand when it's so cold outside that taking a breath through your mouth instantly makes you wonder if your lungs will freeze if you do it againMorgantown Chronicals
sociology was worth the trip. but not much else was.
and love is a funny thing.
let me shut the door to open my mind a bit
a towel to seep some of the snow away (and the cold that won't go away)
balloons on the floor of every hue a colorful mess
will he hold my hand again?
do these nights get longer or was i only sleeping through the song that only darkness can sing?
these hands should be
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- Interests: being in love, being out of love, good books, interesting people, fruit smoothies, music.
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