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happy birthday, wednesday. though those harry potter actors are very hot, [he] told me very seriously that i was gorgeous and beautiful inside and to make sure that he cared a lot.
everyday i know what to do. i’ve come to realize the necessity of God in my life even though i knew it before. it’s just so much more now.
i was painting little yellow windows and all of a sudden, “don’t look so discouraged,” he said. “now is the time for joy.” i remember him for some reason, that boy.
i wish it were true love, but for now i know it’s at least strong affection. civil wars, justice that is no more, i got slightly drunk on wine at work. i wondered what would happen the next time conflict occurred, over things he wants from a girl.
ceramic
i am ceramic, easily broken. before your hands i am obedient, ready to be thrown, ready ready set go.
i have been fired, tested in flame. here i am, i am fragile again. will you be the same? i am never ready.
do with me what you will, i will return. prove yourself and we will never fail. or are we on the edge again?
i am not careful, save the pieces of you and me. we have been thrown, it’s time to let go.
i can’t tell who is to blame. but here i am, i am fragile again. this is just a game. i am never ready.
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nothing for this time
is good when blind
reside beside, oh, a lie in time, if it happens, i'll be fine it's all redundant until the end, when i find it's all caught up in the end and it's all because i'm blind
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won't ask why i've tried to get by unaligned but if i had only thought to think before i fell out of sync to sink and moreover, i'm running out of ideas to feed the fact that i just lie i'm so sorry that i'm blind
to what am i blind to, you ask that i need you, i reply and you wait so patiently for when you uncover my eyes!
and i'll meet you at the door will you wait? the time is yours i know the lies collapse like chalk in such uncapable hands they make nothing they are blind i need you nothing for this time is good when blind
Falling down again
the way the light hits you is just extraordinary. something makes me move inside. and i’ll see you tonight, just as beautiful and it’s a little unsettling to see you. in your state of being, you’re golden and you’re changing.
falling down again, shadows appearing, the mood changes again.
rapid decline and tempers fly. they fight, they fight to be with you. what’s calm now is murder later, and you’ll settle again under moonlight.
falling down again, shadows appearing, we start all over again.
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capital city
tonight, we’re leaving this place and i am not sorry. seeing your face makes me remember why humanity suffers, and thrives from above.
surely you are beautiful, you are a memory.
here, i shook the hands of your children and i have not forgotten to see a history etched into the palm of your hands. you create the war.
you are a heart, you are the fall.
and what i make of you is relative
to how many times i’ve had your wine.red of sacrifice and spoiled to regret. no, i have not really seen your face yet.
they begged at your feet, mother, father.
Amazing grace
amazing grace, how sweet the the sound that saved a wretch like me. i once was lost but now am found, was blind but now i see.
‘twas grace that taught my heart to fear, and grace my fears relieved. how precious did that grace appear the hour i first believed.
the Lord has promised good to me, His word my hope secures. He will my shield and portion be as long as life endures.
when this flesh and heart shall fail and mortal life shall cease, i shall possess within the veil a life of joy and peace.
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