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This foreign thing

5/20/2013

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I've been thinking a lot lately about this thing they call sleep.
This foreign thing, that my brain and body somehow seems to keep
Far, far away from my bed and my room.
Morning always comes too soon.

.........................................
ARRRRRRHGGGGGHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
.........................................
Ahem.

Sorry about that.

I just can't sleep. Now that I can finally sleep before 2 in the morning, I have all this school work to get done, and I can't sleep.

Lesson learned: Never procrastinate again.

And I won't. Ever again. Starting tomorrow.




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I found this yesterday...

5/20/2013

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...and it explains what I feel exactly.
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It's true. It's so true. And yet when you are living in the dark times it's so hard to imagine the light. But it's on it's way. You just gotta believe it's coming and keep on fighting for that day.
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I don't know what to say

5/12/2013

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How do you explain to someone that you are not the person they think you are?
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Beneath the streetlights

5/3/2013

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Routine and laws can kill us
  I'd prefer
love and passion 
in a kiss

I'm avoiding someone.

When I talk to them next, I will be prepared with a plausible excuse. Because I don't want the same things they want. And I don't know how to explain that.

I don't want to search for someone to love. I don't want to be the kind of person who tries out different dates like different outfits to see which fits me best. I don't even know who I am. How am I supposed to share me with someone else when I don't even know who I am?


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Mary

5/3/2013

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Mary left the window open
to hear the birds sing
but the birds have flown
 and flown is her soul,

flown on the winter wind

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