my old one was


I forgot how to writeI used to feel love so heavy it made my teeth hurt, and my skin pinch at the edges of my smile. I sleep alone. I wake alone.I forgot how to write
My body could never digest the thought of satisfaction and not clinging to lions-turned-false-god my wrists were thin to the breaking point and I still couldn't say no. My lungs were cleaner then. My room was not doused in regret nor filled with empty corners where the paint doesn't peel.
I used to wake up and feel alive, now all that's left is caffine and paperback books.
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Please take this
And run far away
Far away from me.
I am Tainted
The two of us
Were never meant to be
All these Pieces
And promises and left behinds
If only I could see
In my
Nothing
You meant everything
Everything to me
NIN
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Surrealist & Dadaist Artist
Nahart & Abrasion
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Beautiful stuff ^_^!
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彼は私の心の動きに置く
to put my
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"There is a cult of ignorance in the United States, and there always has been. The strain of anti-intellectualism has been...nurtured by the false notion that democracy means that "my ignorance is just as good as your knowledge." Isaac Asimov
She had no idea I was taking her picture
that picture immidetly caught my eye, wonderful means of expression ^_^
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彼は私の心の動きに置く
to put my
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