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Distant Lover, Burn My Rotted Heart
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Brand New thoughts half-thought
words whispered, unheard
deeds left undone
my distant lover, if only i could breathe your name.
but I'm choking from my tears
asking myself, was I always this way?
unable to love
fucking just to fill the emptiness.
then what?
orgasm. cigarette. coughing fit. water. pee. sleep.
awaken. void still existing,
greedily devouring my soul.
A Desolate Mood
The pattern continues until you rectify the path of the ink. Bury your heart in career and school or family and traveling. See the world, then write it! Go find him. Never settle for availability or propinquity. - Just Bein' Stella
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