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g h o s t the possibility that this is as good as it gets is why sometimes i don't think i can go on 020305
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continuous ache in the absence of hope there is strength.

make me cold to this.
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unhinged i sleep my life away, shrugging off responsibility. 'i hate going to sleep at night because it means i have to get up in the morning.' 020305
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Arwyn i'll take the bottle of morgan and have a good fuckin' time 020305
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silentbob in the absence of hope, there is peanut butter. 020305
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Photophobe There is a guitar and some coffee 020321
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continuous ache hope has departed, but i find light in a most unexpected place.....
all it took was a few emails. if i could, i would give you everything.

maybe i just want you because it's not possible, but i think it's something else. hope you got a kick out of this one god, real funny.
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distorted tendencies There is my obsession with my body. 020329
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reitoei there is the cold, cruel face of reality and the current situation which you have to deal with. there is never any hope. there is now. there is nothing to compare 'now' to, the past is gone, the future may never come. anything you hope for comes from a construct of your own mind and expectations based on the past. the past is not real. 020330
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Casey My life will end. I will go into my room, turn off the lights, sit in a corner, eat a box of Chicken in a Biscut, then curl up and die. 020331
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solitary there is only wistfulness,
and a painful regret that digs to the center of earth.
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trying I will instead
wrap my arms around your pain
and hold it for you
for as long as you will let me.
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O_A And everytime she leaves me, in flames of betrayal and dissapointment, I believe that she is gone, for real this time. So I wonder what it is in me that keeps her, my precious hope alive.

You kill her with your words, your actions, yet she returns, much like you. I wonder if it could be that secretly you are my hope, and she is not a she at all.
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god we find you. look at ya. pitiful. not that i'm any better off, or better than you, but christ, lorraine... i gotta tellya. the last time you stayed out all night i knew what you were doing. not that i'm one to judge, but i was a little disappointed. 040926
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ambermoon there is stll life....








...i hope
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{ am still* 040926
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three words eden moved in_the_absence_of_hope 051101
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pete there's no hope when there's nothing to lose 051101
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mos music 051101
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unhinged there's always sex_drugs_and_rock_n_roll


and then the inevitable crash
depressed
numb
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Lemon_Soda Thats because sex, drugs, and rock n roll are more often distractions from life instead of the enhancers they are meant to be...Using them as such means you leave nothing only to return to it. 080609
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unhinged but some holes just ache to be filled. by any means necessary. 080609
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Lemon_Soda Those things don't fill that hole, they cover it up. A soon as your sober again, the cover is lifted...

You can deal with it, or cover the hole again.
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TransientX I escape to music. 080610
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when darkness falls there are just too many things that remind me of her here. after I move maybe i'll stop thinking about her. 080610
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unhinged maybe the scenery outside changes, but the inside remains the same. i haven't seen or talked to him in almost five years. i moved four states away. and even still, i think about him sometimes. especially when i am numb and lonely and thoughts of him are the last best memories i have of a man that actually cared about me and wasn't just using me as a hole. 080610
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dafremen think...spackle.. 080610
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LEMON SODA RESPONDING CHECK 081110
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hsg embers_come_in_many_shades 081110
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Oh_So_Smelly If you are fortunate
There might be kind arms, open to you
Forgiving of your drunk ramblings
Tender with your singed confidence
Asking for not much
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SleepieCloud Dum Spiro, Spero.
With Life...

hopes.
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minnesota_chris keep working anyways 090107
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