It's like I can't even feel
After the way you touched me
sleepwalker a.l.
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- Outstretched Hands: Singing songs without the lyrics.
- disregard, disrepair
- Scratch the surface
- unseen
- ~
- speak to me of band-aids and mercurochrome
- Outstretched Hands: Gone. Or so it was, until it ...
- Take aim, but my name isn't on your bullets.
- Outstretched Hands: Laying in the lilies.
- Outstretched Hands: The spark that slumbers.
- Stuck between a rock and a bitchy muse
- the abyss of the precipice, that used to be the fa...
- Night Writer
- Wow. I uh, wow, thank you.
- I wish I knew.
- I could probably give lessons...
- Sideways. But hey, it's still an angle.
- life lessons, via animal crackers
- is that a light?
- 2 steps forward and 18 steps back.
- shadows
- sometimes never
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- Points for the pointless
- faintly
- I stab myself repeatedly
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