Thursday, November 12, 2009
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sometimes i wish they would hit me as hard as they look like they want to hit me because i have always wanted to spit a mouthful of blood into someone's face
Sunday, November 8, 2009
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everything that is bigger than us will be gone someday
buildings and whales and the sun
and eventually we will all feel even smaller and more alone
the end of the sea is farther than any of us can ever be and
someday maybe I will stretch my hands toward the very bottom
and breathe in as deep as I am able and salt my lungs all the way into the dark
to try to do one last thing that I know I can't
buildings and whales and the sun
and eventually we will all feel even smaller and more alone
the end of the sea is farther than any of us can ever be and
someday maybe I will stretch my hands toward the very bottom
and breathe in as deep as I am able and salt my lungs all the way into the dark
to try to do one last thing that I know I can't
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