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I fucking want it back
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2012
I have lost my philosophy
A poet circling the drain gathering slime and silence for inspiration
I’ve lost me
Somewhere in the folds of your skin
The blue of your sheets
Somewhere in that dank room with the lonely bed
IKEA frame and Japanese swords
Somewhere back there
In the past years ago
I lost my philosophy, myself, and my ability to love
Snap out of it! Slap! Slap!
Snap out of it! Slap! Slap! If I can you can my dearest wascally Wabbit! Don't let your mood dictate you, you dictate your mood! You don't lose your ability to love you just tuck it away then forget to use it. I struggle most days but I have subscribed to the theory of choice. Force it, then feel it , then get comfortable with it. There's enough love in each person to love every person on this earth in many different ways. Now hop to it! ;) love you RWR, your work helps gets me through hugss always SS
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."
Oh Smoothie how I have missed
Oh Smoothie how I have missed you my dear!
I am fine love, venting remember? With the move and some other things combined the PTSD just got over whelming and evil for a few days but I am back ion the swing again, not fully feeling it but too bad for my body :)
Much Love
Ashley
So glad to hear it wascally,
So glad to hear it wascally, hugss :D
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."