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are you disappointed.are you disappointed that we didn't fall in love and that everything about us is a cliche? i hope that every time you hear that song you'll wonder how i am and if i'm still breathing, even though its a while since i've been alive. we could have been but we weren't and that's fine, but i don't know what hurts more, your nonchalance or your promises, so maybe you should just stop being. i would like to make myself believe that chasing rainbows is the safest way to leave everything behind, but i'm sick of lying to myself and i don't think i'm ready to leave you, even though you've already left me.are you disappointed.
disappointment leaves a sweet taste


what would you dowhat would you do if i told you thatwhat would you do
the world is crashing beneath my feet
and i'm letting you take my breath away and what if i told you that i jump at the
sound of your name and i can't seem
to get your words out of my mind
and that for a reasonably smart person,
you are very oblivious to the world surrounding you and your words are empty
of true emotion and did you know that that just kills me?
your ideas and opinions and thoughts just seem to fascinate me because i'm not used to seeing the world through such carefree eyes and i almost wish that i c


Disappearing ActLast night I was worried because I couldn't quite feel a pulse andDisappearing Act
I had rubbed the ink off of your letter by running my thumb
over the thin loops of your name, but it turns out I
dreamt that, too. My time is vanishing like the
softly curving smoke that is emitted by
your cigarette as you too smile and
pretend everything is alright, and
you hold my wrist and tell me that you could so easily snap it in two,
like thin wood hanging off trees that aren't big enough to call branches nor small enough to call twigs, so instead lay dying on the forest floor a
your literature entries are wonder-tastic
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saskia, i assume?
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every night in bed i get a little to close to the kind of truth that's not worth thinking about.
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every night in bed i get a little to close to the kind of truth that's not worth thinking about.
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losing grip on reality, one little insanity at a time
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