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Cold Feet and Lovely Pictures We were always meant to be. Meant to meet and know each other. Meant to like and even to love. Laugh and sing and dance and tickle and love love love together.Cold Feet and Lovely Pictures by ~darkpunksbabe
That's what I think, but sometimes it's not enough.
Sometimes I worry about making the same mistakes over and over again, and that this in fact is yet another of the same mistakes. Moments of silence on the phone that sound like so much disappointment, or resentment, or disbelief that you're still with me.
I don't know what is wrong with me that I can't just let a good thing continue, but there is so much doubt and fear and loathing of myself in me that I can't seem to function and
The Aftermath There is no more to write. I have spilled every drop of sanguine tinted honey drop words to paint pictures of my world. I have choked the essences of every spirit of every demon and angel in my life. I have mixed it all together, and washed papers upon reams of fibrous paper in it all, and it came out as poetry. Some of it a clunky and jumbled mess of everything, some of it beautiful and heartbreaking, and emotional, clawing visciously at your heartstrings, demanding pools of tears and truckloads of pity.The Aftermath by ~darkpunksbabe
I am now dried up. The universe has cracked, I have used up my imagination, and I have found holes in reality. I am picking slowly at them
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Autumn Something happened in autumn. Besides the leaves turning, anyway. They weren't very pretty this year, to be honest. The trees changed unevenly because of the lack of rain in the summertime. The sky was gloomy for most of October.Autumn by ~projectilewordvomit
I wanted to take photos of the trees with you before they turned. You know, cliché nature shots. A hillside lined with red and umber foliage. Maple leaves sprinkled over the patio after the unexpected snow in October shocked them. Milkweed spores detaching from their pods and drifting away. Things to line the inside of the photo album I was making for you.
We drank too much of the summer sun in July
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Agony 
