Just don’t hold anything against me. Unless you decide to be with me. You left the room with my candles still burning and your thoughts yet mourning. I put on your smell and lit a cigarette. I didn’t want to let us both go to waste. Linger on. Fragments. It was all so so nigh…
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All I ever got was this burning cigarette that is never enough and those faulty circumstances that are making everything so tough.
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It’s better to love desperately than to hate sincerely.
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you buried me without a coffin just the wet cold ground draining my soft skin.
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Get on your knees, it’s time to play a game that no one wins. Just be careful not to break your chin in the circle of fate where everything spins. November 2013
At the time
I want to wander and find my freedom again. Feel my freedom. I always had it and now when something is taking it away from me I feel trapped. ‘There’s nothing worse than an uninspired artist,’ he told me once. Live off. Live by. Live through. ‘You are over so many things,’ he declared. ‘I…
