missing back stage hand whispers font too small
playing hard to get over it and I'm going to pay the 905
i painted it black before I curled up and tried to see past
fingerprints and mirrored glass and tried to breathe through
arteries that turned into veins and forgot to tell me.
and then my eyes dripped only a few tears and left me weak and shaking.
too often this week i was weak and shaking.
no release.
I'm dragging my bootheels, not wandering or wondering or seeking the right lyrics. they're coming to me, perfectly, like may or come what may. and while it's true that i haven't gotten anywhere near what i asked for, gravitation didn't let me down because flying and love complete each other (heartbreaker without a loving maid, strawberry fields without penny lane) in a way and i am not worried about my future, only you, only yours, because i cannot look into it and see myself in any conceivable way because i am terrified, terrified you will leave me this way, without your sweet love. tell me it's not true if it's not true. but don't lie to save me.
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even though i'm not the person who is supposed to say this, it's not true.
but the topic makes me kind of emo, too, even though i know what state i'm going to. we should talk about it sometime
"crazy nerd hires ill"?
anagram it.
also try "hornlike writer nit"
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