August 2012
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Eye me up and clench the fists; We know who’ll take the biggest risks, and Every time you raise the stakes Your sweet composure goes to waste.
Scraped my knees while I was getting somewhere, No I didn’t fall to the floor. Now come on honey, come on, call me a whore. I know this is how you thrive So you demand, and I’ll supply.
The sky bears down Like the weight of a thousand nights You’ve avoided. I am broken And will not help to shelve What you refused for so long. Weakness was subjective, And you criticised your own. Who asked in the first place? Petty question indeed But the bloodshed still won’t add up And I am waiting for an answer.
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and you are fucked. Shit out of luck. How could you run from your new home, which speaks to the beast I have carried for years, a burden to keep from hurting what you are, whom you know yourself to be. Then stew, stay put and stop do no nothing but get along by breathing. Give in, begin to stop where you were going and let your eyes meet the ones you’ve been avoiding. We’re none of us...
