Forced together
I am you, you are me
Now entangled
Am I you, are you me?
I've already forgotten
Who I'm supposed to be
The background forces itself into the foreground.
The thoughts that were once in the back of my mind violently rush in.
Harsh waters overflow and pour over everything surrounding.
Calm is up over the falls, back upstream; calm is out of
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Decrepit
I'm growing tired of working a day job - doing something I don't enjoy doing. Being a house painter does not require a sense of artistry; artistic skill displays the ability to break the rules and bend them into a different shape, not to follow them uniformly. This job has worn me down and it will continue to wear me down until there is
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I hope it goes into a nice realm of goodness. he keeps me guessing constantly but I know it's only because he has exams and stuff to study for. I'm just an attention whore, so half of me is being logical and the other half is ready to die.
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how are things with you?
p.s. that photo of you is amazing. you look damn good.
x0!