My Half Court Shot
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The Way Things Are
Hate is a strong strong word, and I mean every fucking pound of it.
My Introverted English Poem Inspired by Emily Dickinson A society, on Forest’s edge resides My society to whom I wish goodbye. Every night is like my sanctuary Alone in the Forest, lit by Night’s sky. Deeper I walk, fascinated by the eye It calls to me, the Forest’s deep dark cry. For the further I venture, enveloped by Nature’s divine Feeling more Home then ever do I Alone in the...
you are a hairline from contradiction.
I think my thing is now that I just don’t care about myself. Yeah I have people that care about me and I love them, yeah I have a job, I’m fortunate, and I have the opportunity for a great future. But it’s all so standard, I don’t want to say I don’t care cuz I do care about others so much, but nothing means anything to me. I see the meaning, it’s there, I see...
Another Prick Of The Finger
That text you get that ends it all for the night and it’s the absolute last thing you want, but you can’t respond because you have nothing to say that’s not pathetic. “k bye” That hurts when I’m so desperate for you to stay.