February 2012
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Breathe.
When things get so bad, you sit and write everything down.
Every thought.
If it makes sense or not.
You just sit, and write your fucking heart out.
Not even taking a break to wipe tears away.
These are the things, you can tell nobody.
These are your feelings, your thoughts, your hopes, dreams and wishes.
Everything and anything is pouring out of you, half of what you wrote, you can’t...
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January 2012
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Hey Anal!
I was at the store, and I ran into this girl I went to school with in the 3rd grade.
Her name is Analese.
Wellllll….in the 3rd grade, I always called her “Anal” and that’s all I could think about while we were talking.
I wonder if she remembers that.
Aaaaand yes, maybe going around calling someone anal in the 3rd grade is a little young for such language…I was...
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shannysaur:
If you fantasize about your funeral, I understand.
I’ve been there before. If what’s more important, is the music played,
Than who’d attend
We
Are
The
Same
With heads to the ground,
As I’m lowered down,
There will be a chorus
An overwhelming sound.