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sarah[inprogress]: all the little pieces
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An amalgamation called "girl.". All the little pieces. There are things that get left behind. Little bits of those we once loved. That is no longer a something. And there are the bits of those. All the little pieces that come from. All the ones no longer here. All the ones still here. All the little pieces. All the little pieces that make us. No one of us exists. In our singular selves. In all our little pieces. February 18, 2014 at 10:13 PM. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A girl who sings.
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sarah[inprogress]: April 2011
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An amalgamation called "girl.". The fire burns when i touch it. Hot and true. I let it. Its better than acknowledging the pain of losing.again. I cling to the pain with trembling fingertips. Let the tears fall, ignored. It hurts less to wound than it does to admit defeat. I hide my fear. I scream behind my mask of sanity and. Pray to all the gods i dont believe exist. I cry out for some kind. But to no avail. There is no response. Only the sound of my tears. Choked back down my throat. I see your face.
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sarah[inprogress]: maybe
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An amalgamation called "girl.". And knock you off your feet. And your heart skips beats. You want to believe. But it's hard to let go and fly. Standing on the edge. Poke over the edge. But that final step. Is just too much. So take my hand. And spread your wings. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A girl who sings. A picture of me. Adri in real life. Literate laur and the last crusade. Hello lovely people. :) Well - it's been a while! Free Cute Access Hit Counter.
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sarah[inprogress]: Fog
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An amalgamation called "girl.". Tomorrow seems like a far away promise. Something that doesnt quite touch the edges of today. And you sit on the bench looking out. At that far away shimmer on. The edges of your reality. You cry inside,. That are colored grey. You hold up your head and. But sometimes its like the. And the dark comes in. And it presses its cold hands. It touches your heart with. And how do you fight that? Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). A girl who sings. A picture of me.
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sarah[inprogress]: May 2011
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An amalgamation called "girl.". I grind them against the. And when i bite you. And i savor the copper sweet taste of. A balm for my anger:. Goodbye, sweet little one. Today, I had to put my cat to sleep. He was diagnosed with kidney disease last year, and has been slowly deteriorating since then. Today, my mother and I decided it was time to take him and end his suffering, with the thought that any more time we kept him with us would be prolonging his pain only for our sake. But i can't. Try as i mig...
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sarah[inprogress]: August 2011
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An amalgamation called "girl.". Empty places in my mind. Fill up with memories. A room for waiting. The noise of people. Trying to deny their pain. Distract from the agony of waiting. Hope is a thing that flutters. Dying within your palm. Even as you struggle. Whisper words of passion. In it's feathery ears. Hope is a thing that flutters. Through our fingers when we need it most. Kisses on our fingertips. And soaring away into the night. Hope is green and white. Golden in the light of dawn as it. Adri in...
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sarah[inprogress]: October 2012
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An amalgamation called "girl.". Tomorrow seems like a far away promise. Something that doesnt quite touch the edges of today. And you sit on the bench looking out. At that far away shimmer on. The edges of your reality. You cry inside,. That are colored grey. You hold up your head and. But sometimes its like the. And the dark comes in. And it presses its cold hands. It touches your heart with. And how do you fight that? Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A girl who sings. A picture of me. Adri in real life.
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sarah[inprogress]: A girl who sings.
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An amalgamation called "girl.". A girl who sings. I'm a struggling singer/songwriter as well as a struggling writer. All those art type things seem to go together, right? Anyways, here is where you can find a listing of my Youtube channel posts with new songs and covers! I'm Sorry I Can't Apologize - original sarah[inprogress]. Wake Up - Ditty Bops cover. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A girl who sings. A picture of me. Adri in real life. Literate laur and the last crusade. Free Cute Access Hit Counter.
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sarah[inprogress]: June 2013
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An amalgamation called "girl.". And knock you off your feet. And your heart skips beats. You want to believe. But it's hard to let go and fly. Standing on the edge. Poke over the edge. But that final step. Is just too much. So take my hand. And spread your wings. Subscribe to: Posts (Atom). A girl who sings. A picture of me. Adri in real life. Literate laur and the last crusade. Why did you break us. Why did you break us. Why did you break us. Why did I let you. I hope she was worth it.
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sarah[inprogress]: Wings
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An amalgamation called "girl.". I love you so much. That my heart fills up with it. And it spills over into the rest of my. Out into my limbs and my organs. And it keeps me warm in the cold. I love you full and round and hopeful. I love your smile and the taste of it on my lips. I love your arms and the weight of them. I love your eyes and the light behind them. The tears that shine in their edges. When your heart aches. I love the blue of them. Like the sky, like the sea, like the rain. A girl who sings.
