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Do you think it’s because I logically decided
That I had calculated my situation
And come to the conclusion that
Mathematically, and scientifically
It made sense, and was practical, efficient,
Or somehow, the most sensible solution?
Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking
It was philosophy that made me fall in love.
It was you.
That I had calculated my situation
And come to the conclusion that
Mathematically, and scientifically
It made sense, and was practical, efficient,
Or somehow, the most sensible solution?
Don’t ever fool yourself into thinking
It was philosophy that made me fall in love.
It was you.
Literature
Death
I'll find you...
In your last hour...
I'll find you...
Don't worry, i won't get lost...
I know the way...
I always know the way...
I'll save you...
Through pain and suffering...
I'll save you...
You're asking for what and why?
It's pointless...
There is no answer...
I'm the eternal judge...
I'm your destiny...
I'm Death...
Literature
compulsive liar.
once i asked you your favourite
colour, and you said, "the brown
of your eyes," so i put in one green
contact and told everyone that i
came out of the womb as a factory
defect, half-priced, damaged goods.
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sometimes i am from canada and
sometimes i am from england and
sometimes i am from spain.
i've carefully tempered my accents
and plotted out my stories with
yellow and purple coloured pencils
on index cards. my origin changes
like the seasons.
"why do you lie to everyone?" you
ask.
"why not?" i reply.
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i wear nametags that read "alicia"
and "liana" and "samantha," because
i want to know how it feels to be
someon
Literature
sick
Death slouches over the edge of her bed, licking his lips as he caresses her thighs. He sings the noise of wind and rain crashing all around and her head throbs with the sound. Her head is hot. Her forehead is on fire and her cheeks catch alight with it. She burns silently and sees red, red, black.
Tiny insects have crawled beneath her fingernails and they dig with tiny claws and teeth until they are swarming beneath her skin, biting outward at her flesh. Each vertebrae carries bruises and as she tosses her body about the bed they ache loudly and sharply.
All the heat has rushed to her face, her body shakes like a leaf in wind and goosebump
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Oh my gosh. That is so sweet and sincere and