Happiness |
being sure that i am doing the right thing |
The gracious soul of another to set as the womb for my soul |
For some girl to love me. |
if I could place those petals of words around you and sew them shut |
my parents to go to sleep |
A miracle. |
my life to make sense |
danielle to come over |
life to unfold itself before me and say! ahha! here I am in all my splendor and love!!! |
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hoping |
trying to keep sane |
counting the tears that my heart manufactures in my stupid meaning of existance |
Hoping |
pricking my finger with a needle |
sitting online, wandering around aimlessly, creating a reality that doesn't exhist, |
Weeping. |
waiting |
waiting |
procrastinating on love |
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then i'll live a life full of hearbreaks |
i will die beating myself up over everything i've ever done |
At least the world won't stop turning. |
Ohh well, I guess it will never come
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but more petals and words |
they'll pass out instead |
More weeping, I guess. |
ill stay confused behind the fog wall that blocks me |
theres always tomorrow |
fuck it --- danielle |
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