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NOTHINandEVERYTHING

Published: Jan 5, 2012

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^{Your words are slurred and your lies are spreading like cancer to my brain and I can't remember the last time I could feel your hand on mine.

My nerve endings are damaged and my vocal cords are splitting and my retinas are starting to peel away because I haven't slept in 72 hours.

You told me the world would never stop spinning but the wheels are coming off and we've gone off course.

I lost the map 3 exits back but we won't turn around and I just hope we can find our way before the world picks up velocity and rolls us over.}

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here it is. 2 pieces in 4 days. good start to the new year. hopefully i can keep it going.

nothing special.

these words are my heart. it's been a bit troubled as of late.

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imaduckyrawr

Jan 5, 2012

i really like this <3 especially the first sentence. i think it pulls you in

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