Jan 2, 2018
i just wanna slow dance with you
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i just wanna slow dance with you
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Twelve! sigh eventually I'm gonna have to start using numbers instead of words knowing two hundred seventy-seven will eventually come
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Distorted...
i have had several people tell me that i am really skinny but yet i do not believe them because i cannot see if for myself because the way i view myself is skewed by my thoughts. i reached out to one of my friends today and told him that i need to lose 20lbs. his response was one that i did not expect. he reacted and said “where are you going to lose 20lbs from? you have nowhere to lose it from”. i cannot see what everyone else can see because the more weight i lose i will never be satisfied.
Rambling Mind
Shambles of a broken corpse,
Shimmle and shamble as they make rubble of their own bonedust
Feathers that fall down from the bird people of astronia
Letters fall down in thousands, all end with nice to know ya
So broken times, rotten corpses and feathering people
Is how my mind concludes all these letters in a high steeple of paper
As I torch the papers and letters into a thousand ashes
I cradle the ash, it were remembrances of my past stashes,
Heroin never connected so well in my body
As I soon started to see the patterns of the pages
Leading to my own word addiction
As I was mad, addicted, and sickened with a troubled past for I was never gifted..