My life is a fight
These breaks should be a reward
For each broken bone
Bone
I can’t separate
Or eliminate this mood
From my bone whiteness
The flaw
It’s not about death
It’s about erasing me
So no on else hurts
Everything nothing whatever
Everything matters
Did I use this already
You will have to deal
A bad novel
The night is so cold
The streets all seeped in darkness
The moon is my guide
11.2.15
Right now I’m frozen
There is no space for this
And that fucking hurts
Definition (again)
Someone define me
I keep asking these questions
No one can tell me
8.31.15
Ghosts can time travel
This is living proof of that
Happy Halloween
Slipping away
This was very bad
My mind is slipping away
Just too distracted
Seaside
Run away with me
Let’s sail to a seaside town
We’ll leave this behind
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