November 2011
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There is absolutely nothing here for me. I feel the need to go far, far away from here, and find something I would consider saying living life would be worth it. Anything, anyone, whatever. I’m merely just a lost soul here in this place called Earth. I’d rather be in Limbo creating my own world, people, and situations.
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Anonymous asked: Hey... I'm more comfortable telling you this here only cause saying it to you in person will make me feel extremely awkward. But I just wanted to thank you <3 You've always been the blunt kind of person & instead of hating you for it, I've come to appreciate it a lot. Because of you, you've given me the anger to dig deep & soul search for who. I. really. am. And...
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Nothing
Even through this facade I heavily depend on, sadness piles up every now and then. When I close my eyes I catch myself trying to find all the right reasons to stop my big heart from withering, but I’ve found nothing. I’m in need of a rescue team, or a person who can trade hearts with me for even a moment to remind me how living feels like and why I should stay in pursuit of it. 2 years...
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I’ll let you open up my scars, but stitch them back yourself.
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I wonder why those who have never felt unconditional love crave the idea of it more than anything else in the world. I mean, it’s pretty but ugly, and those with lustful eyes of an inexperienced won’t stop to pursue until they’ve defeated themselves and move on to the stages of thinking wise. I believe it’s all in the media. We watch fairy tale-like shows and hope it one...
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My affection would rip through your guard and sunder the walls you hide behind, pierce your mind with poison flowing to your heart, and at that you’ll become bitter or finer like wine as it ages. This isn’t love, so imagine what that is like.
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My unfathomable amount of respect for my mother has taught me to equally respect women in general, society has been swallowing me up the more I associate myself in becoming another face in the crowd with no sense of mannerisms towards the opposite gender. I guess, to my own twist, learning how to identify and treat a bitch like a bitch and a woman like a woman is a necessity.
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Anonymous asked: @chronicathy hopes you're doing well, Mark Jeffrey.
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Coffee
My coffee didn’t taste too well with my cigarette this morning. Though it is very cliche to enjoy the soothing taste of caffeine and tobacco at once, an element from or of the two was surely missing or something felt oddly wrong. I’m not quite sure on how to take it. My mother hardly ever adds or subtracts anything else to our morning coffee before she leaves to collect her daily...
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Sew me
I want to write about certain wounds that have not healed yet, but I’m a bit confused on how to start since it has never closed or became a past chapter in my life. If I insist on introducing you to my wounds, know that it will be left open for you come back to them. As I let you pick at my wounds and reopen my scars, I won’t expect nothing more but for you to assist me in the sewing...
