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November
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- I Regret Coming Home
- Frivolent
- 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:
August 2008
I'm used to the cold.
I'm used to being cold.
I'm used to being treated cold.
It's always easier to find warmth
& appreciate it
when it's cold.
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