

MemoirsStrange affection Love in phrases of hate Affection in bouts of indifference Physical tenderness in physical pain Inflicted because he cares He cares HE CARES He's drowning The squeezing of his lungs Pressures the water there The water is red Iron, salty, oppressing He's being obvious But she's oblivious And in her maybe a mother Maybe a friend Just someone to hold onto To do so, you've got to push Push away, let loose some slack Room to breathe, elbow room... Distance... Because to be cloMemoirs
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newfound freedom's a beautiful thing.
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"Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it's not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk." -Stephen King
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newfound freedom's a beautiful thing.
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"Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it's not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk." -Stephen King
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Mom: They swing down like evil...
Me: ...ninjas...
Mom: ...on ropes of hate and scorn.
(mosquitoes, that is.)
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"Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it's not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk." -Stephen King
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newfound freedom's a beautiful thing.
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"Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it's not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk." -Stephen King
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newfound freedom's a beautiful thing.
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"Some people say that I must be a terrible person, but it's not true. I have the heart of a young boy in a jar on my desk." -Stephen King
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