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longing
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setsuna meiou
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every morning I get up, when I would much rather sleep, and I check this great machine of words and I look for hers and I yearn for more so, spin your wonderful webs of life and spin me into the future so I can be by your side
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camille
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http://www.geocities.com/Hollywood/Studio/8736/longing.wav
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roxy
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when all my wounds heal i know it's time to see you again.
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klarchen
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I love to steal at twilight To the desolate,somber shore, Sweetheart,there to think of you! When the ceiling grows dark, The reeds rustle secretively, They lament and whisper That I should weep. And I think I hear drifting Softly the sound of your voice And in the water sinking The strains of your sweet song.
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Joana.
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It's when I sit here Drowning in my own inertia That I feel this more intensely I know I long for something To rip this stillness When I stare at these bleak walls When I feel so dead inside There's always this to keep me awake I long for two seconds with your words But I always lose mine when you return Your existence feels like it's fading You only live inside my mind But my memory will cling to you I long for 2 seconds facing you But you think I will fake my smile And hide my disgust I see your beauty But it's not blindness that prevails... it's awareness I'm happy that you're there That I have seen glimpses of you But I would fly away from here To be closer to you Everything coming from this is words Void and cold And the longing won't cease Until I become a part of reality.
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Splinken
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"don't you wanna care?/ain't it lonely out there?"
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disallowed
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It's a sound I couldn't make. 'Till now i'course, I didn't know I could need someone like you. Or anyone. I didn't think I could. But I don't want it to stop, feel wrong but in such a good way y'know?
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000722
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grendel
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don't make me dream about you
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000722
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power through passion
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denotation: from a concept of distance connotation: negative and involuntary implication: a twinge of pain or maybe a lifetime I long to hear the voice of infinity I long to feel the smooth lover's caress I long to sense the beauty of nature and of history I need my longing It helps me to be who I am or who I could be but it carries with it dangers of the mind and of the soul to long for perfection is to never arrive at one's destination why is it so hard to reject my drive for the impossible I will be able to feel the joy of awareness I may never again enjoy a lover's touch I will never hear the full glory of infinity's roar I must accept some limits on my longing lest I lose all that I have left as I whittle myself away supposedly to perfection in reality to a point of nothingness
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tit
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longing to find her. longing, what a way to say how i feel. does the root denote the fact that that it will be a long time till i feel whole-till i find the key to unlock the me i wish i could be?
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Nick
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I'm tired of wanting. Its wearing me out emotionally. Slowly but surely I feel my resolve crumbling beneath the denseness of my passion. Loose translation: I desperately need to fuck my boyfriend senseless. This morning I woke up clutching my pillow, and for a brief, half conscious moment, I thought it was him and I was happy. I must have been dreaming of him. there was a sense of him, though he's never set foot in that room. its scares me that he's all I think about when I have a free moment and that he's such a big part of me now that I scarcely remember what I thought about before him
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erinicolejax
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And I wake I check if there are any remnants of you that I can hold on to And the longing sets in. Definition? LONGING Pronunciation: 'lo[ng]-i[ng] Function: noun Date: before 12th century : a strong desire especially for something unattainable Are you unattainable? Because this is longing. Are you unattainable?
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020718
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trip
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Is the world still around, I feel it not.Only blue, without a touch..tender wind with an eager mind.. Are dreams still around? I do feel a lot..
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unhinged
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grows like a seed from me to you to have to hold i think i am more angry than i used to be but having you next to me i can't see past my nose i remember when your face was so close smiling mocking longing
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sprhrgrl
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eternal. just seemingly, i hope, but for now eternal.
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Ambience
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Bitter for no reason Longing for the solitude I find in you You accent my every feature You reflect my inner self -in your eyes -in your words You say everything I wish I could -without fear Longing for the sollitude that I cannot reach without you Longing... for what I see in you.
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Maybe you should react. I'm tired of nothing happening.
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030609
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god
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i went to eat at this restaurant on the moon. the food was good, but there was no atmosphere.
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030609
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am i alone here sighing tapping pencil against my head forget we were going to hang out again? i cancelled those other plans for u why arent u answering ur phone? am i a fool for ever liking you am i alone sigh...
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stork daddy
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she liked older men stronger men men who either never were crippled by doubt or who struck their eyes from it and passed it when younger. When they erred it was always on the side of agression they were too busy practicing law or medecine or rugby, or justifying their existence through fucking to care about problems of morals or the good life. and for her part she didn't need someone to raise doubts...she did that well enough on her own she didn't want to be oddysseus's goddess, a blind devotion to one story's plot advancement, to being faceless, a name you made up to describe a time in your life. she wanted someone who would grab her yes she wanted to be grabbed, to be real even if it was only for one night at a time
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Spinner
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i long for him right now, it hurts to be away from him, but to give in, to run back, will only fortify my doormat persona... then why do I feel so bad? why? when all I have is myself, to give to him or to deny him. why can't I have things my way for once? I guess, if I were important enough he'd make the time. I hate this feeling... I just want to curl up in his bed with him, and talk about our passions and ideals, our futures, our feelings... hug and kiss. I need a hug and a kiss...
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angelicish
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I'm always longing, and life's always shorting
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Staind_And_Souless
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For you. you'll be here soon. I know it/ BEcause if you_are_not what do I do?
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Syrope
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i don't know which is worse, being angry or knowing that because i'm angry you're not going to come let me be angry in your direction i'd stay away too
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i am anyone and know nothing
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for what are you longing? I do not know so it ceases to be yet it is just the same you are longing are you not? I am longing for something I am somehow alone and untrusting of the paths of which I can see... and I want to see the paths that lead through the dark yet.. it's so dark I can't see I thought I was strong once... I just keep longing oh...where does the soul go? How shall I, then?~L
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kiwibird
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...nothing to be done...
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050618
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kyree
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a longing for wholeness.
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050618
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nonlucid
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queasy i_want_you, like i've wanted every_other_boy every_other_time it was the same and at the same time i don't want you don't trust you can't tell you you, the asian guy with slightly spiky hair the brilliant boy (man? does nineteen make a man?) if you're a man, I'm still a girl he is not for me but i want him
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emily dickinson
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I envy seas whereon he rides, I envy spokes of wheels Of chariots that him convey, I envy speechless hills That gaze upon his journey; How easy all can see What is forbidden utterly As heaven, unto me! I envy nests of sparrows That dot his distant eaves, The wealthy fly upon his pane, The happy, happy leaves That just abroad his window Have summer's leave to be, The earrings of Pizarro Could not obtain for me. I envy light that wakes him, And bells that boldly ring To tell him it is noon abroad, — Myself his noon could bring, Yet interdict my blossom And abrogate my bee, Lest noon in everlasting night Drop Gabriel and me.
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misstree
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a heavy sigh for his absence. i didn't realize i cared enough to wistfully hope, until this moment's whispers showed my spots. it doesn't make me long any less.
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make it stop somebody please make it stop
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LS
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...juts....longing...
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060410
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blather spellcheck.
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"just", even.
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alternate reality sab-friendly bsc
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jsut
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:)
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minnesota_chris
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who isn't sab-friendly? liking sab is like liking bacon
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auburn
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I am sitting in a tea shop that is causing me to inconsolably long for my long lost blather days.
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Fyooshia
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You break my definitions of what love can be, what it means and why it matters to us. I keep looking for the same old ways of being and they aren't there. I think that is because they were stale and broken and reeking of inadequacy, and now I am finally seeing this bright beam of light darting around me. A new way. A way I don't understand and can't keep a hold of all the time, and scares me into a panic because what if I will never learn, or never be ok with it? What if this is another tragedy. I can know without a doubt that you love me, but this is a different way to do it. And I don't know why it hurts. You told me you long after "her", a lovely, wonderful, perfectly acceptable her, you long because you cannot have. If you could, there would be no longing, only rejoicing, and I would be rejoicing with. But the longing...I am left out of the longing. And suddenly I feel ss if there is no one in the world longing after ME. And I want you to look at me like that..."with longing in your eyes". Even though I have so many other pieces of you. Selfish, self-centered, pathological of me. I burn myself with the accusations of ego and shame. And choke upon the bitter yoke of my own longing.
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Jurisprudence
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Times are I suspect you think me childish but when I feel you ease me into your embrace and touch my hair behind my back I am not alone I am not alone My thoughts are not wasted I am not a fool You are not laughing I am not alone
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Soldier of Something
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What I want is possible. Hell, it's even probable. More probable than lots of other things that have materialized, anyway. Plus, I'm worth it. So where is it? Why can't I find it? Until it is real to me I'll never stop seeking.
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three words
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i_hurt_myself longing emotionless
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Risen
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When I was younger, I was always longing for something. Yearning for some thing or some one... anything, really. The history of what we long for is, in a way, a history of who we are. Our goals, our values, our desires... they make up large pieces of the puzzle that is the human condition. As a child, I longed for closeness. An only child of parents who were absent, busy, disinterested and about as nurturing as a steak knife. I wanted normality, I wanted love. As a teenager, I was always looking backwards, trying to recapture a feeling of being loved, or being happy, which I could never quite grasp in the present. Always wondering what else was out there, thinking the grass was greener somewhere else. Childish, but true. In my mid 20s, I wanted redemption. Forgiveness. A chance to prove who I was, who I'd changed into. I longed to feel as though I had earned the right to be happy again. I bent over backwards to try to earn forgiveness for the unforgivable... but forgiveness isn't bought, it's gifted. Looking back, I realise when I went too far in the opposite direction. The moment I made a bad choice. Why I made it, what that says about who I was at the time... It's ridiculous and prosaic and maudlin. I used to long for a past love... usually, but not always, whomever was the last love. Now, I find that there is no longer a person attached to the concept of "love" - there is no longing for what was, because there is nothing to remember. No lingering hopes or "what if"s to haunt me. I no longer long for anything, and suddenly I realise that this has been an exorcism. I am no longer haunted, because I do not cling to my ghosts.
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Lemon_Soda
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This ^^^
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unhinged
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i admire your nonattachment i am still trying to learn the lesson of let_it_all_go
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170715
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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