| better_things | ||
| oh_dahling |
I have to belive that there are better things than this. Better ways to live. Something other than these days that wash out with the sun. I get in these states where I find myself watching the tops of trees sway through windows. And it is silent. A buzzing quiet. A silence deeper than all the conversations I've had lately. |
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| Doar |
but of course. just a little bent from the wall. that's all. better_things are sprayed upon the lense and cleaned. the spot hiding a headache. . |
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| unhinged |
you always told me i deserved them (in relation to you) i never found them (everyone is fucked up somehow) |
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