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hmmm
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white
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Doar
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Yes! I have them both now.
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he says he's tired, so tired of the thrashing of titans of light and dark, and the bitch that tries to balance. when every act is a struggle, when is there rest? he says he's worn down, scraped away with all the bull that needs to be removed daily. when it's there, it's too much, and when it's not, it's empty. i know the weight behind these words but i don't know how to point out the beautiful mournful dance_of_lifey_death, or even how to help him see the vitality in these strangled_moments. i'll just be here, and listen, and honesttogod care, and hope that that's enough.
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Doar
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Her caresses were mine once upon a time, the sly, slow wink of her eyelashes were mine to dink upon a time, the toss of her hair were once mine to slide upon, a time, the gesture of fingers beckoning were once directed upon min, past time.
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shite.........not dink......not the dink.............oh shit thats funny now. "drink" .still can't stop smilling.
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blown cherry
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at least it still rhymes :) (sorry, I should say that it continues to maintain it's assonance despite the error)
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Question & Answer...
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ergo
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Nondualism wins hands down if you go by the size of their Wikipedia pages.
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there are two kinds of people in the world, those that think there are two kinds of people in the world, and those who know better.
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sexy_but_ultimately_very_feminine it's_time_for_another_poem duality
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i am so exhausted mentally. I think all i do is wait for life to be better. I know that’s not true. But right now – For the last few days – It FEELS true. One more paycheck... one more summer... one more year... waiting waiting waiting waiting I don’t want to wait. I want to live. I want to want to live and sometimes i don’t know how anyone does it. What’s the point in being anything at all. I can feel my mind telling me that risky behavior seems appealing, as if that is the thing that will make her feel alive. But i know it’s just a scam. So we’re going to sit here, and send a lewd photo out into the internet, because that’s the thing that we have mutually agreed upon is acceptable risk and it makes her feel 1% less alone and more worthwhile. And that’s so completely asinine. I hate this duality I’m at currently. Where I’ve learned enough to recognize how hurt and needing some parts of me are, but I’m not wise enough to know how to resolve it in a healthy way. I still feel so helpless. I just want to destroy something and even if it’s myself sometimes it just feels worthwhile for the attention. Fuck. I was a lonely kid. Breaking cycles is so hard. I’m still a lonely adult. I don’t want to keep treating myself the way I’ve been treated my whole life. I’m just so tired of waiting. For me. For others. For anything and nothing at all.
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There is purpose behind our eyes. Once we please our conscience, in spite of and against all opposition, the waiting is over.
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what's it to you?
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blather
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