Sunday, 30 December 2012

Dirtybags of the clingy girl

Muddy stealer? What about the green grass you love? Who took whose? Eating from the inside, and asking for the friend. Be grateful if you are happy, if you ever.

Sorry isnt really your forte...

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Wednesday, 5 December 2012

Tell me

Love hurts.

Because of love, you hate
Because of love, you are in pain
Because of love, you feel sick.

Why love?

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Dot

Will I ever be able to make sense of everything?
But that is the purpose of surprise. The privilege of not knowing.
Woken up by heartache of unknown.
Unresolved dreams.

Self pity.

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