December 2011
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Dec 30th
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I hate being passionate about something I suck at.
But at least when I get there, I cant say it was easy.
Dec 30th
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Dec 30th
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Currently
gabbalina: In the mood for a breakdown
Dec 29th
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Insomnia
Broken tears scatter the ashes of my last burnt escape My mind wanders invisibly through this unmanageable fate My face slips into palms shaking with bitter regret Of these thoughts I’ve allowed to forage the little sanity I have left.
Dec 24th
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What a delite I could be, if no one took a bite of me… They admired my stature of chipper decorations without a taste of my bitter exaggeration
Dec 24th
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Dec 16th
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Dec 15th
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I am ProChoice.
not for the feminism not for the population control not for the economy….. [though all valid reasons to support abortion] but because its way more fucked up to bring an unwanted child into this world than it is to just kill it as a fetus.  [end]
Dec 9th
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Downside to being an English Major
gabbalina: I analyze every thought, habit and reaction of mine and people around me. Sometimes, I can’t help but view occurrences as a part of a novel. I catch myself doing it all the time, it’s really cold in a way, to see people as characters. But technically I’m being trained to be this way. Just one of the many reasons why people shouldn’t fall in love with a poet. We’re absolutely...
Dec 8th
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a poem for aly
bitterfruitt: i hope she doesnt mind me posting this ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ her eyes are made of roses her hair covered with leaves my eyes form into hearts when it’s her face I see I know my moldy insides don’t compare to her garden of guts but her words wrap me up tight I’m safely stuck between her hands I rest laying on her palms and when my thoughts go dark I listen to her songs she’s a...
Dec 8th
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I haven't written in a while.
….. haven’t even had time to think lately. School. Work. School. Work. Sleep? Sometimes. Just a human machine - doing what human machines do. boop beep bop booop beep beep.
Dec 1st
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