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I’m not even sure why I look at her point.
She’s not the point.
O.K. aspirin, my peace and love,
I see the city closing but I am the one heading to it,
like flashing parlours you are not there and this is my hate of imagination.

Our edited unpretentious; still,you do not get me. You get him. This want less cruelty labelled, moronic, yet understandably gnawing at my sores,

I know, I really know,
not for this, not for words,
not to be heard,
this thing I feel is life’s blazing obvious sun but more like abiding tastes of friends with us as we like each other high,
it is scream;
that never fucking leaves us, it's the fact you don't listen
andor accept me if you canwont one day.
I want to break my other finger, or shred my skin again,
but it is the way it is,
my life,
to think of you is everything,
I need to learn you are complete without.

me