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psyki i almost cried today.
almost.
you see, i did not get any sleep last night.
and i think i failed my math quiz.
i need a hug.
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somebody the prolonged story of my love life 000728
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John i almost know what I am feeling, emotional tyranny and drowning in my own fears. Tired of not knowing what is true and what this means to me. Promised an angel one too many times that I would never love again inevertiantly I have fallen again and this time I'm scared. Not so sacred or s perfect maybe this is the one. But how in the hell can I tell when I keep my eyes closed. Scared to fall in love again scared to see myself maybe this one's forever maybe they're the one. Something so cynical like a deaf man hearing my screams but no one else around me can hear my falling tears. Someday I'll be beautiful maybe someday it'll be, just as perfect and dreamy as I always see. Maybe someday in the future you will fall in love with me. Maybe that's right now but I'm afraid to see. 001126
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kim about to do something, but hesitant 020114
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Nathan is always the something that almost made it, but never came to be, or something that nearly was lost, but has been saved. It is much like:
The Christmas that almost wasn't, but then was
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syncratick almost, but lost. 020217
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Arwyn but not quite 020226
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blasco killed her this time 020226
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yeah stupid word, because it isn't for real, only ALMOST. So it's coming up. 020402
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girl_jane Almost-that's all. You'll ever reach. You'll never fill the shoes you've been given. Your toes will never even come close to the ends.


Well fuck you. Maybe you should have let me pick my own damn shoes.
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Casey I almost asked her out. I wanted to place my hand on her cheek, brush her hair back, and give her a kiss. But then I just kind of decided that I wouldn't try to get involved in a realtionship when I have to leave in 2 months anyway and I hopefully won't be coming back to often. 020402
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no reason but if i let him in i'll never be able to let him out. 020806
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jester IS IT IMPOSSIBLE h h h

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Clarey Always almost. Never nearly. Always too far to touch. Always, always almost xx 031220
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kay-tie so overused. along with "i was going to" .... dont tell you me you almost came over, dont tell me you almost loved me. it's either you did or you didnt.

i'll always think of you as my "almost" lover
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Syrope i think most things said aloud are for the benefit of who's saying them, not whom they're being said to 041213
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Syrope who, whom? shit

almost grammatically sure
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kim fuck that, i quit. 050309
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jumpforjade sometimes
i get in these zones
like Im trapped in a steel bubble
people gaze in but i can't gaze out.
in through unused lips
floods a steady supply of self-deprication
the silence shatters my ear drums
as i embrace muted hearing with the entirety of my senses
a lethargic pulse beats with the rustlings of my shallow unsatisfied breaths
i am swallowed inside an orb that snows glitter
i am blinded and squinting at an unacknowlegeable reality
instead subscribing to the insidious whisperings
that proliferate like tangled vines around this fragile foundation.
these cursed critical limitations bind me
to an exhausting, impossible game
but earlier reservations and overbearing expectations set too soon revealed my demise long before these dreaded crawling days
my strained glance slithers resentfully through accruing curves
the weight stored in the most accessed files of my mind
each self-inflicted rule
like ingredients in a nightmared feast
fat perching like heaping spoonfuls of sloppy mashed potatoes
double chin wiggling like a turkey's loose neck
vomit lurking in the back of my throat like warm gravy
steamed vegetables like the only food i dare allow on my glassy virgin plate
i am a starving artist
fashioning these endless policies to support the implied eventual body of work
my twisted sputterings sling moistened arrowed tears through attempted logic
sharp and jutting down my sunken cheeks
like the cold biting pain of an icicle plunged in my stomach
my scarlet tears massacre the glinting snow
from eyes that hold no end to their green
the expanses of their pastures lay quietly,
sprawled and leaning in the wind's commands
but nowin this zone I fall into as easily as I fall apart--
thin lightning streaks paint the carefree sky
challenging the tranquil pastels of my youth
now I fear the invasion of those dreary, slumping clouds
bloated tufts of grey smear the sky
into a world of vague shapes encased in shadows
I was never too fond of my own presence
Let alone the unwelcome fruits of my deep-seeded insecurities
But how can I complain, when I always knew
it was only a matter of time
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jane never_enough 070517
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krupt one time i almost had it all... this time i do i definately do! 070726
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niecespieces It is almost great.
It is almost perfect.
It is almost love.
It is almost flawless.

He is going to leave, go work somewhere else. I don't know how I can deal with him leaving. I don't know how he can deal with leaving. Its almost over?
why does perfection have to end for somthing so rediculous as money?
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LoverOfLight Landing on the same ground
Minutes apart in the same town
Reaching out, reaching back
As polarized as when we began
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Raina isn't enough

never has been ans never will be
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Risen I just wrote the harshest piece I think I've ever written.

I almost posted it. But I didn't.

Which is kind of maturity. Maybe.

Or maybe I'm not there yet. Ready to cross the point of no return.

Not yet, but almost
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