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order
there was a spot, where everything seemed to fit. a time when i knew where everything went. i thought i did at least. but over time i've realized, i can't possibly control these things, and that i must just let things fall as the may. whether that be in order, or in chaos...
myth
this will not fade, to be nothing more than a myth. no, this needs something more, this needs to rise to legend. this love like ours wont fade. it will go on to inspire the youth and confuse the old. this myth, is our myth.
myth
A myth, a legend, a story, a tale, a lie. In our lives we've been told many beliefs and feelings towards the world but who are we supposed to believe? When we constantly question ourselves, how are we not supposed to question everything going on around us? To see is to believe, but sometimes we need to believe without seeing. On the contrary, we should never let someone tell us something without flooding them with ways to make them back it up. Myths can deceive us but so can the truth and that's where we get lost. To learn is to ask, to ask is to understand. Make up your own myth, confuse the shit about everyone else before they get to you first :)
mud
feels stuck, like i can't get up. i am held down, losing my willpower, my drive has fled. then she walks past, and sees me wallowing in self pity. and lends a hand for me to pull my self out on. she saves me.
salute
salute. i want to write about how i officially have a girlfriend! i can't believe this. this is the most amazing feeling in the world. i am happy. i love you baby..
trend
i hope this trend doesn't keep up. she loves me, then dumps me. she can't decide whether she wants me. but this time, it feels different. more right.
liar
i can't even write about this. it seems i have lost my will, my imagination has gone. perhaps i will never write again. perhaps life for me is over. i have no muse, no inspiration. i am finished.
velvet
as i run my hands along your body, over your cheeks, down your neck, across your breasts, along your stomach, into the place that your legs meet, around your thigh, and atop your calves, i feel velvet, silk, perfection. i love every part of you. imperfect and perfect alike.
beach
me and you spent one of my favourite times there... i often think of what it would be like if it was me and you. its been me and you for so long. but never officially. now that he is gone and you are hurting, i want to be there so badly for you, but you wont let me in... i miss you. i miss us.
bleach
everything was stained with something. wrecked and ruined. wasted and destroyed. nothing you can think of could possibly make it better, but she says, " just bleach it.", you didn't even think of that, good as new.
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