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® 2017 ::
we had our hopes.
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accurately aimed attention. things that make us look. and the things we turn away from. we choose how much we see or ignore in our godly manner. how much blindness we will adopt again. the new year bound to hurt us again, please us, worry us, make us laugh and cry - where will we look for comfort if not into each other. leftovers of hope might be just enough to live on. soul searching had stopped long ago. it's just us now. naked, depth deprived. |
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a sizeable
fraction of what not. you wonder how to do it differently. go back in time and wait
for something real. grant you, this is not an option outside a dream. in which case all
you can do is break me into pieces and put me back together again. |
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a thought: I can fix that [it's easier to run]. he said: if you leave me, I'll have no reason to live. another thought: it must be a reason to stay. |
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good stories, delightful stories [they happen] |
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I just need to keep on going. it’s the sound of the free fall that I need to stop. I can take it all, make it look like a hard crystal structure. the waters wash away my worries. I swim into the ocean of anxiety. until the shore is out of focus. like the dreams I had. drifting towards the bottom of the sea, through the waves. they didn’t make a single splash. |
