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Hfeather53

Published: Sep 24, 2012

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red rusts the nails of hate in my chest puncture wounds nested in congealed thoughts that slowly creep into the open space i created to keep me away and safe twisted up in my mouth is everything i want to say but can't fit through the vines i've wrapped around myself

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I am lonely. Nobody tells me in pretty. Nobody laughs at my jokes. Nobody talks to me morning,noon or night. I am so empty. It is so dark. I cannot stand it. Look at you. You smile. You laugh. Your eyes have a wildness I cannot explain. Look at the way you move. So proud,so free. I cannot take my eyes off you. I cannot get you out of my mind. What was that? You looked my way? Was that a smile? My heart is racing. You shouldn't be allowed to affect me. You do. Do I affect you? You kiss me. You tell me,Yes I do. You are warmth,both emotional and tangible. It is oh so nice to have another heart oh so close to mine. Never let me go. Dear God I

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So, I was thinking about stuff and this is what I got! Yay feels!

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enigmaticsmile

May 5, 2013

Wow, again, you are a brilliant and powerful (as I have always known).

For all the self-confidence you tell me you don't have, your writing voice says quite the opposite. It is strong, clear and so talented.

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