let it out
wool over my eyesall you ever were to me was the most horrible thing that i could dreamwool over my eyes
i watched your every move for days on end, and i tried to connect to you but your plugs were shorting me out. i thought of weird similes to communicate my feelings to you in the mornings, but in the afternoon you\'d be there, acting innocent like you did nothing. by the night, i was broken and you made me feel like dirt even though it was you who was dirty. you told me it was them, it was always them, but only when you decided to rip my heart out you go for the aorta and tell me it was you, it was always you. disappearing tricks wearing thin, your veins
the tale for the heartbrokenthe tale of the broken heart is rarely ever told this story is meant to be explainedthe tale for the heartbroken
these tales of heartbreak old
and some will sit and listen to the words the heart does speak great volumes and great pleasures and great losses forgotten with defeat,
all we can do to keep from hurting is to listen and to weep
but some stories of the broken hearted are meant to be as such so stories of much greater things these broken beings might touch
and if this tale of heartbreak
always goes unsaid the memories that lay underneath
Devious Journal Entry
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Yesterday Is History, Tomorrow Is A Mystery, Today Is A....Gift.
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`splat
Patrick Haney, not a sausage
Designer, developer, deviant
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Friends are quiet angels who lift us to our feet when our wings have trouble remembering how to fly
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<3 Kandice
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` you can leave me on the corner where you found me,
i'm not for sale anymore.
Hope you have a great one!
Cheers!
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and keep up the good work!
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I taste blood and I like what I taste
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