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why
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minus
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as the tears fit for position on the front line of my lower eyelids... all I can do is ask why
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010223
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Frank F. Kitten
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drugs
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010223
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silentbob
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whenever i'm at my most supreme high point of infatuated depression, everything around me reminds me of my feelings. every song on the radio, every movie i watch seems to fit perfectly for my sordid state of affairs
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010223
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birdmad
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you and me both, kid you and me both.
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010223
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silentbob
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and i think...oh if they see this movie too they'll think exactly what im thinking, they'll know what i know, and then they'll realize how right it is for us to be together
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010224
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soia
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why do you read this if you don't want to talk to me? why do you say you love me but can't stand to be around me? why do people say that time heals? time forgets. healing comes any time. so why can't I heal myself? why do I feel back to where I started? the pain and the confusion are ripping me apart I know something in me has changed but I still don't know how to make myself feel better about him wanting me to stay away from him there's nothing I can do... except focus on myself i know other people have gotten over this but I can't stop feeling there is hope for us still I just don't know how to deal with this "just wait"
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010310
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mikey
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waiting = torture
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010310
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SOAD
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eyes thoughts heart forsaken me
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011002
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toxicity
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you wanted to
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011002
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the only aramaic birdmad knows
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eloi! eloi! lamai sabachtani? (paraphrasing SOAD by way of jesus)
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011002
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spoons
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do you do the things you do?
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020221
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moocow
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jesus does not exist. nor does "god".
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020712
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i wish it wasnt so
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why dont you ever hit birds that swoop in front of your car? they have perfect timing, every time...... crazy
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020726
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the sparrow in the radiator grille
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not always, not always
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020727
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Jarec
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does it have to end like this?
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020929
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celestial
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why dont you just leave me? i love you. i want to be with you. but im not good enough for you. and if you left it would make it a lot easier for me to get rid of myself. because as long as youre here, i cant do it.
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021105
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DammitJanet
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why do i keep thinking of you? did you make that much of an impact on my life that i somehow need to keep you in it? maybe it wouldn't be so bad if you felt the same way. if you thought of me and didn't know why.
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021211
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030119
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soia
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i knew the answer then i know the answer now mine is just to cope with the pain
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030120
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yesh
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One word. In the end the answer always comes down to this. Lying in bed alone. Hearing the birds swoop by. Thinking of the ocean, of the mountains, of places you haven't been, and aren't now. Feeling your body stuck to the same spot; life no bigger than your room. Crying. Not knowing what time it is when you open your eyes again. The sheer physicality of objects seems absurd. Why becomes more than a word at these points; it's an entire emotion.
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030513
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tripleclipse
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Why does one plus one not equal two?
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031210
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nocturnal
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do I sit here letting it all pile up? I'm not too busy, I'm not at all unable to do what I know I should. where did the excitement and enthusiasm go? what will it take to get in me what everyone else seems to already have? whatever it is. I don't even know anymore. my life is down time. that used to only be small portions of my day, time to unwind and relax. now it's hours of down time and 30 minutes here and there of worth while activity. what a waste.
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051025
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nom
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i'm having one of those why the fuck what the hell is going on with me moments
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060420
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nom
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i don't know why i thought
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060815
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raze
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there is no why. i have no say in the matter. you are what you are, and i am what i am, and we do what we must, until our bodies betray us and our minds drift away. you're only young twice. my mission, should i choose to honour it, is to sneak up on my second youth and wrap my arms around its neck. not because i want to choke it out, but because i want to slow its breathing just long enough to give it something to remember me by.
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220122
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what's it to you?
who
go
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blather
from
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