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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: My Heart Is Numb
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Tuesday, December 17, 2013. My Heart Is Numb. That's how my life crumbled. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). My Heart Is Numb. View my complete profile. I Enjoy Their Words. Travel template. Powered by Blogger.
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: March 2014
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Saturday, March 29, 2014. This Is The Best I Can Do. Today you walked a sleepy posture out to meet me and I told your sunken eyes that I love you. But you have long forgotten the year I was born and I'm far from 7 years old. And so many nights I've wished we never changed. That you still kept you age and happiness. That I still kept my smile and ignorance. Yet here we are, drifting. Held together by fraying worn out strings and empty words. Yet they still crack my bones.
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: April 2013
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Tuesday, April 30, 2013. I wonder if the sky loves the rain so much, it hurts it let it fall. Stability Is Not Sanity. I'd rather have you miserable with me than happy with another guy.". Because I'm a selfish bastard and I'm happy with it.". And it was never the thorns that cut me, it was the petals that reminded me. I've never been here, but hold on to how it felt when I entered. Is there anything better than the illusion of perfection? But there is a war within me, I...
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: February 2013
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Monday, February 25, 2013. Heights Never Scared Me Like Insecurities Do. It's time to break me open and strip me down,. I'm not so sure about this. I'll have you know I'm scared to death. No, not of death, of living. Of being locked in the delicate cage I'm singing in,. The kind of intricate home that brings the sunlight in but doesn't let you taste it. I'm scared of leaving though, too. Leaving means change, and I'm no chameleon. Are you still there? Waiting for him,.
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things: October 2013
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Magical Souls Write Boring Things. Wednesday, October 16, 2013. Letters To The Almost Lovers. To the one with freckles,. Do you remember the airport? Eyes that left my lungs aching and heart flooding, kisses that knocked me to the floor, dizzy and sick, but I'd lean in for another. And I'm not asking if you love her (you do), I'm just asking if you ever think about us, and if you ever think it was worth it. To the one that knows,. Please, please, please cut these strings. To the wanderer,.
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Sincerely,: we've run out of everything.
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These are my letters to the world that never wrote to me. We've run out of everything. I have a mix CD in my car. You helped me arrange and pick songs for. That I'll never be able to listen to again. Without thinking about you. I have a drawing. With your name on it. Of a dog you said was your favorite. I was going to give to you but kept forgetting about. That now is just going to sit in my possession forever. With nowhere to go. I have a poem. You wrote for me that made me cry. I have your phone number.
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Sincerely,: February 2015
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These are my letters to the world that never wrote to me. I don't even like tulips. Dear you, Its 2:47 AM right now and I should be reading a case study on Charles Le Brun, &. Thoughts - I dont know what this is. I think I like you. Metaphors have my heart. No one is going to understand any of this. No really this is shitty. Sometimes people chew with their mouth open. Dear you, You were so sweet, each kiss gave me toothaches. The cavities were worth all of those k. Thoughts - bisected hearts. Malcolm C...
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Sincerely,: create a ballad for the distance from here to there.
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These are my letters to the world that never wrote to me. Create a ballad for the distance from here to there. There is no such thing as beginnings. I'm afraid this isn't one either. This is only a part in the middle of a very long story no one will ever have the time to read, one blip in the series of memories that make up my soul. You won't even begin to understand it, but then neither will I. I feel as though I have nowhere I belong though I can't possibly be somewhere where I'm not meant to be. My ph...
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Sincerely,: May 2015
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These are my letters to the world that never wrote to me. I hate the taste of blood. Dear you, The truth is a knife you were holding behind your back and I didnt notice it until . Thoughts - coughing up blood. Fascinated with your lips. I cant handle this. I love you my darling. We've run out of everything. Dear you, I have a mix CD in my car you helped me arrange and pick songs for that Ill never. Thoughts - death needs to get the hell out. I cant handle this. The dark has no remarks for me. Get the fuc...
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Sincerely,: i hate the taste of blood.
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These are my letters to the world that never wrote to me. I hate the taste of blood. The truth is a knife you were holding behind your back and I didn't notice it until you had the blade buried six inches into my gut. I think I was in shock at first. I felt no pain, no bleeding, only the emptiness of nothing. My stomach felt the blade first, before the rest of me did. I felt myself heaving, gasping for air from the weight of reality you had driven into me. Instead I twisted the knife you had plunged into...
