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in the deepest, calmest hours of the night,
when you have naught but your own company,
i hope your mind reaches out to memories of me,
i hope they wash over you like waves of the sea.
i hope that you can still find comfort
in my presence beside you,
like a moth to a brilliant flame,
know that i will always find you.
i hope that even when you are alone,
you do not feel lonely,
because you carry thoughts of me with you,
just like i do, for you only.
i hope that waking up next to me
fills you with such contentment
as it does for me, because
you are my favorite sentiment.
when you have naught but your own company,
i hope your mind reaches out to memories of me,
i hope they wash over you like waves of the sea.
i hope that you can still find comfort
in my presence beside you,
like a moth to a brilliant flame,
know that i will always find you.
i hope that even when you are alone,
you do not feel lonely,
because you carry thoughts of me with you,
just like i do, for you only.
i hope that waking up next to me
fills you with such contentment
as it does for me, because
you are my favorite sentiment.
Literature
Screamed her pain.
I'm tired and I'm a basket case of pity.
Don't look at me.
Don't talk at me.
You can't see me.
I want to close my eyes and invade in my inner city.
Don't dare wake me.
Please hold onto me…
No… you can't see me.
Yes you do see me…
I'm so blind that I'm chaotic.
Wake me! Embrace me! Please!
Can you really see me?
I do want to go to bed.
I'm so weary…
Hold me please…
Notice me…
No.
You can't see me…
Don't mock me…
Please help me…
I won't be able to speak of logic.
I am emotional.
I can't feel me.
I can't hear me.
Please…
Look at me…
Don't fret, and just hold me.
Please… even though… we can't see me.
Literature
Full Resolve
The weirdest thing happened to me yesterday.
So I decided to kill myself, right? At the train tracks. Just throw myself headfirst into a fucking train, fully resolved and ready to meet my maker. Well that was the plan, anyway. And it seemed like a pretty good one since I'd deemed myself insignificant to this apathetic world. But then on the way there I saw this old homeless guy sitting on the side of the street in shaggy clothes, leaning against the side of a pawnshop, and I asked him his name. "Mike," he said. He looked at me like I was crazy. I get why. Who in their right mind talks to homeless folks? I asked him if he liked cheeseburgers
Literature
Calm on the Outside
She's hurting,
She's breaking,
She's crying inside.
She's yelling,
She's screaming,
And hiding her eyes.
Yeah you wont,
hear a thing,
It's a-ll inside.
The hurting,
the screaming,
Her smile's a lie.
She stares out,
The window,
And wishes to die.
Or maybe,
When she'll jump,
She'll finally fly.
You cannot,
See her face,
She's hiding it all,
So you wont,
Yeah you wont,
See her fall...
Calm on the Oustside, written by Emma Thrussell, 27/11/12
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i really wish i still felt as passionately about you as i did, but honey, that sort of tidal-wave love could drown city after city, and i wont go down with you.
i really wish i still felt as passionately about you as i did, but honey, that sort of tidal-wave love could drown city after city, and i wont go down with you.
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