jennifer there is an empty spot on my bed where the dream of you lies still 001112
qazual in many areas... i fell short.
not enough
of what it takes
to resist
Syrope because even though it felt good, it wasn't the kind of good that lasts into the next day, the kind of good that distracts me from my work, the kind of good that makes me want it to happen again over and over...
just make sure you don't flatter yourself with the idea that i can't forget it happened
clementine you are lacking something. you are too sweet perhaps. too eager. too wide eyed. i think i might make you cry.

but maybe you aren't lacking anything. maybe you just aren't him.

not enough of an asshole to me for me to be interested. if only you knew that.

"it's not you, it's me." It's not you, it's me, it's him, it's me. it's always me. me. me.
Perspective_of_Soul Another hope is dashed against the rocks of inevitability. Is this the way it is supposed to be ? Am i to stumble down this meandering street of life alone ?
Even my words provide me no comfort tonight. I can feel the rope tightening around my neck and for some reason, i cannot help but feel it is justified. I cannot be anything else but who i am and if the world finds me lacking, there is not much to be done. I am lacking.
what's it to you?
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