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- I Regret Coming Home
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- The Happiest Man Alive
- If Found
- I Really Don't Know What To Think
- I Am Too Drained To Write
- Even Wings Dead
- Unkempt, Broken, Uneven Fingernails
- It Is A Generous Sky Tonight
- But That's Insane
- You Know You're In A Beautiful Place
- Concrete Concrete Concrete Concrete
- This Place For Me
- Is It Really Him That I Want?
- I Just Don't Know What To Fucking Feel
- & Even So
- Futile
- These Feelings
- The Most Beautiful Tree
- Frail, Frail, Fragile Fear
- Abide by
- Why Should I Read It
- Secluded. Not Really Isolation.
- I'm Used To The Cold
- Today is One of Those Days
- Oh, Don't Be Afraid
- My Brain Is Turning
- I Fell
- Snap Snap Snap
- There Is No Point
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1 comment:
september 2006
& even so, you are so
fucking worth it. propeller
engage. i am this huge
vessel. this great recpticle.
A fucking garbage can
if you will. overflowing.
He has so much emotion
that is uncomprehendable.
I've never met a person
who can feel so much.
it's overwhelming.
unbearable. the abyss
of him makes me a
drone. I can't think.
I can't understand.
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