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Oct 28, 2010 9:10:11 GMT
Post by chippo on Oct 28, 2010 9:10:11 GMT
when i find myself he runs away again only to stab me when i look away to the sunshine that burns with cancer of the darkness in my souls sharpest breath. emptynes has found itself lonely with regret and cannot lift from the realness seen in my last note, im tired... doctors notes and liver trouble and teenage angst and tireless hours of living for the night of the moment of the time that the party died when it died when it died it strikes me each time deeper when i think of the years that things didnt hurt and everything was ok, i remember her face like yesterday her touch like tommorow but the cut of the end of our time still burns fresh with salt poured into old wounds....
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Dec 18, 2010 9:55:25 GMT
Post by chippo on Dec 18, 2010 9:55:25 GMT
the reflection of my face is a lot different....mabey its the drugs mabey its the life....mabey its the hours that reflections in a knife...i dont know what to say most days i jest try to get through and you want me to write letters to you give flowers to you like lovers used to do but now its late late late four am late for that and im stuck in the same life i chose long ago with different goals now i got grade and report cards again only this time im spending money to feel insignificant when i could do that for free with a little time on a bus and a little time on the phone and some time alone since what feels like forever ago but it wouldnt have worked cuz the drugs like me too much im high right now when im writing this but its not a letter to prison cuz it still hurts inside, sorry k
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Dec 30, 2010 19:43:35 GMT
Post by emma on Dec 30, 2010 19:43:35 GMT
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Feb 1, 2011 0:59:14 GMT
Post by chippo on Feb 1, 2011 0:59:14 GMT
for my K...
The time passes, and they say that it is time that heals all wounds, time jest reminds me of you...it coulda been great this third year spent living for you, all the time passes by and turns to salt in my cuts, like lemon lifting me up higher than a long taste of pinesol cuz they ran outta meds again i dont know what i mean but i never really did so i want you to know what i think....
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Feb 18, 2011 19:49:00 GMT
Post by chippo on Feb 18, 2011 19:49:00 GMT
It gets easier sometimes, then it all hits me like so many semi trucks in this world of frogger...heartbreak after heartbreak but i ran onto the pavement in the first place, right? i did it to myself as always i suppose, mabey im addicted to the pain instead of the painkillers...mabey everything makes perfect sense and I jest cant see how...mabey.
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Apr 1, 2011 21:44:13 GMT
Post by chippo on Apr 1, 2011 21:44:13 GMT
i saw the face of an angel the last time my heart broke, but it wasnt any different in the end...and i may tape it back together and pretend to be ok but most of the time but it still leaks and beats like its broke and now the other organs arent even a mile away from the long black hearse and the side of my grave to pray i try to taste the grave cuz i wanna know what to expect the darkness or the hardness or does it all melt away and mabey ill come back as a puppy and youll stop by to play i guess theres always hope.
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Apr 5, 2011 4:34:13 GMT
Post by chippo on Apr 5, 2011 4:34:13 GMT
wow sometimes it feels jest like yesterday. sometimes i get this faint feelin of tommorow, like you might not have even covered my name up like ppl told me you did....i know you promised you wouldnt but i told you you shouldnt and i tried but you couldnt and look what im into today, i go to a Mosque to pray, could you even accept that? i wouldnt press that... im left with dead last left to the last breath wrap on my head and a headblast to your mind....but im the same guy...u said my scarf looked to green, but i didnt know you could be so mean. i kept that for years, replaced it recently like most things in my life .....i think back and you hit me this hard but we didnt even spend the night. allright goodnight. i couldnt write you again, but i woulda been your light in the tunnel if you woulda been mine back then.
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Apr 22, 2011 1:00:22 GMT
Post by chippo on Apr 22, 2011 1:00:22 GMT
im afraid to close my eyes sometimes cuz i know you still haunt my dreams i stay to wasted to remember them most of the time cuz it hurts so much when they go away and im back to my world of snakes and ladders blotters and chatter search everyone for a wiretapper. rules of the game i may be winnin but im still so lost i found the way but at what cost the weirdest things make me think of you "baby y you callin me sooo late"
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Apr 22, 2011 1:02:03 GMT
Post by chippo on Apr 22, 2011 1:02:03 GMT
sigh.
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Apr 25, 2011 18:27:44 GMT
Post by chippo on Apr 25, 2011 18:27:44 GMT
its like a shroud, a cloud on my silver lining, i try to have a happy day but all it takes is one fleeting thought of your face in the doorway the last time i saw you...you crushed me with your eyes that day..and i got on a bus then got on a needle then got lost for a year...i pulled it all back together like i always do but i almost didnt and it still feels like its gonna break....
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