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someone_else
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silentbob
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let me feel a distraction from the tragedy of myself
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011015
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monadh
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i cannot be
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011015
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lovers lament
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someone else held you close water lightly caressing your bodies i saw it all in my head you, gently stroking her breasts her pale skin pressed to yours and i wonder if i'll ever forget the way you looked at me the day after said, "i love you" and smiled didn't know you had been with her while i was bleeding from so many wounds pouring crimson love for you your lies have finally piled too high a mountain of dishonesty a monument to everything i can no longer deny so now you'll never see me cry because you've found solace in someone else's arms.
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011016
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Inanna
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Someone else's opinion of you does not have to become your reality. Reality is only a perception.
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Syrope
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lover's_lament that's beautiful i'm fascinated by the someone_else i always wonder how it would be with someone_else if i were someone_else the opinion of someone_else it's something i should really think about and get down on paper/screen and out of my head
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031110
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the nights child
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Doesn't everybody know it? That burning sensation, a yearing so great it's going to burst your head open and scatter to shredded soul to the winds. A searing need to be someone other than you are, when you ca no longer stand to be the person that you are. But what ever come of this feeling? Supposedly it could make you change your outlook on reality, to alter the life that you can no longer bear, to chage it, swap it for something better. But does it ever happen? I've never seen it. Change never seems to be borne of the need to be someone else. It's only a difficult acceptance of one's own situation that ever sees the birth of change. Am I saying that things can only get better by wanting to be yourself? I don't know, I don't like the way that statement rings in my head. Maybe I'll try on someone elses head and see how it rings in there.
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031111
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Someone Else.
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.I've Gotten Lost In.
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050409
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her royal highness the quirk
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i'm the one sitting in a dark room crying and you're the one having fun tonight. you're probably drunk off your ass by now and either playing ricochet or fucking her. this isn't really happening to me. i'm someone else. actually no you're just with someone else and she's not me.
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peyton
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crying telling me about it turns my stomach to think about what's good for me and you are too different don't tell me about someone else not me he's not special pretty thoughtful like me i'm so beautiful heartless and clean no matter who he is or how he does it it won't be you and me memories made have no value like memories spent kept in a box in the closet or far away temporary solution of misery filling hunger i'm not ready you're not ready but let's make bandages out of people because now that's all they're good for
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050816
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Caroline 452
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According to my own philosophy and beliefs I should be happy for you and I am, I guess yet every day that passes, approaching that weekend has more fear, more dread, more loss of appetite and sleep I don’t want to take anything away from you I just want to add to your life I want more of all the good things in live for both of us yet, I still feel this way.
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090224
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Ouroboros
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we'll deal with it together no more loss of sleep mi amor
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090227
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Caroline 452
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in light of this mornings conversation / revelation it really doesn't matter anymore do what you like after all the expiration date on our relationship is sooner than you think sooner than i was willing to acknowledge you're probably going to move there anyway may as well strengthen that bond
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090228
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c
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i'm sorry. i should just live in the now the now is so beautiful better than it's ever been i don't want it to end
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090228
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Caroline 452
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i'm sorry. i should just live in the now the now is so beautiful better than it's ever been i don't want it to end
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090228
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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