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I judge how good my day is based on the number of texts I send. If it is a good day I will send fewer texts because good things will have happened
By Charlie Miller7 years ago in Poets
You do what you need to do. What you need to do to survive. To survive through the night To get through the day The week
How do you know when you have finally gone crazy? Is it the obsession with cleaning? Or the desire to hurt yourself? Or the voices in your head?
If I gave you a pencil and told you to break it would you? Say you took this pencil and snapped it in half. You would feel bad for breaking a perfectly good pencil.
Dear Friend, I have come to you for help because you are the last person that I can turn to. I know I have many other friends; however, I cannot talk to them for the following reasons:
This tin tacked spider’s web consumes my pin cushion heart. I spiral in this sepia stained world, screaming with sounds. We skip and skid towards the ever looming cult.
Flowers blossom in spring Love blooms in summer We came here two years ago I am still here now It was cold back then but
They used to say that love takes your breath away But it only takes your breath away when love dies. Some nights I cry other times I can’t breathe,