

So you may forgetWe are pitter-pattering down a dusty path, once again defined by the same obsession. Reaching upwards to greener skies or something equally unknown. My breaths are prayers.So you may forget
Intake. Another heartbeat closer to mending the broken promise my father whispered, before he quit smoking And left me, along with a pack of Reds, in the bed of his truck.
Exhale. Two steps farther from coming to terms with the fact I will never guide my mother past her heartbreak. And the lullaby she taught me was only a means of
easing my own pa


Dopamineonly miles from you but it might as well be oceans ive got distance written in CAPITALS where you used to find all my answers watch as i build a shed with lost nails the idea is that eventually i will have enough hard to reach places and empty spacesDopamine
to stack our memories hopefully they will collect dust all the metal in my veins will rust and then we can forget


Sternocleidomastoid SyndromeYou spin me around. Remember nothing I said. Just . Stop. Now. I dont want you but I want something Why is it that I am incapable of comprehending my own thought process? Looking into the sky I did not come across the eye of God. Staring. There is no explanation for self-doubt and destructive mind-set Only chemical reactions battling for a creative dispositionSternocleidomastoid Syndrome
Do you know the shade of gray on the tapestry of boredom?
And if I am a noun do I retain definition?
Who are you writing to? Can you stop? I think not. I think, they say
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I'll find the moon and help you swallow it.
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The Seafood Diet: if you see food, eat it.
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