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We have come this far.
You were always there breathing with me.
Each of these places of pain turn stale, drying up under the hot lense
of borderline love and longing. We hunger for more than tired dreams
because we don't want to spend my life not knowing what we have lived,
known, cherished. There is always more to this. I'm ill of the necromantic
whispers pacing around me, ghostly and aimless. I'm ill of a lot of
things, really. Fuck this loneliness.
You were always
there breathing with me.
So happy we could have had our
time together. Did you know I'm running from my demons? So hard to banish
what's been with me for so long. I'm dying for something more than this
simple looping masquerade dance of these icicles fucking and bleeding
each other. I don't need a pill for my happiness. Don't tell them I'm
a muse... rape was never beyond the desperate. I love you. I love you.
You
were always there breathing with me.
How much pain do I kneel to, to
pay my pennance? I'm steam writing on the window of the wicked, only
noticed and scorned when it all heats up. These are just stains. Please
move along. There's nothing you can do. There's nothing you can do.
There's nothing you can do.
You were always
there breathing with me.
We have come this
far.
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