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trainer
i think i forget that television isn't real too much for it to be healthy it seems so easy falling in love because you're always surrounded by good looking people yet there is always too much drama too much moments where i'm left screaming what are you doing that's stupid and the characters still go on doing stuff because it's not real however much i want it to be and this has nothing to do with trainers unless you can count tv as the trainers i pull on to run away from reality
cocoon
nobody ever dreams of being a caterpillar everybody just wants to be the pretty butterfly but isn't it amazing how whilst the cocoon the caterpillar totally dissolves and changes completely i don't think having all your bits liquefied would be very fun or painless so i kind of salute the caterpillar that's willing to go through all that just to be someone everyone admires and wants to be
pressing
i'm pressing against my esophagus in a desperate attempt to convince my body that no, i don't need the air, no i want the oxygen and my body thinks otherwise and i want to remind it that I AM IN CONTROL HERE and nobody else and my decisions count for something if i will it so it happens
olive
green: i don't feel the angry rearing within my chest when i look through your instagram it has transformed into a feeling of gray acknowlegement that you meant something to me but that is in the past black; the darkness that surrounded me has changed as well it settles around my shoulders comfortably much like the hush that descends after a play or a movie and you breathe a few times relishing the story before walking out the door and inhaling fresh air
miss
I thought burning bridges meant destruction and pain and no going back but I forgot that smoke has purifying qualities and the path ahead of me will have beautiful flowers growing from the fallen ash
charmed
so nice to meet you how do you do (god damn your eyes are so blue) how was your day? (shit i don't know what to say) um excuse me can you bsdkjhbvhendjnolsjd thought process has stopped.
stunt
stuntman jumping off cliffs I want to do that too jump off the internet and just vanish just disappear no debris no remains no blood just oblivion and yet it is never that simple is it its so messy
outgoing
Going out of my house breathing in the night air is the one thing in life I strive to do for the rest not just now not just now out of the door Out of the walls into the night
shorthand
Shorthand reminds me of shotgun of weddings of lacy white twirling bliss shorthand reminds me of small hands of dead hands of hands curled around my hand shorthand reminds me of short people of the angle of elevation of the difference a few centimeters can make.
held
You held me in your arms, not once but twice. And I realised in the middle of last night that maybe I just want to be held to infinity without end.
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