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who?

if i was still myself now

in the words that i wrote

and the things that i said

and the songs that i sang

then i’d be a whole lot less

in the words that i borrowed

and the things that they said

and the songs that were never

even mine to mouth along to.

then; who else would i be but

another one who lost their mind

trying to stay true to themselves?

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paenitet

Back and forth I’ve been here before
The words you said just left me on the floor
And I came ’round and blew smoke from my mouth
I thought I saw you in the clouds…

~*~

i wish to offer

my honest apology

but mere pixels

aren’t enough to carry

heavy sincerity

.

so perhaps when

we finally meet again

and when i gather

my aplomb to call you

my old dear friend

.

and humbly accept

repentance for my mistakes

hoping that i don’t

have to spend another year

in resentment, i’ll do

whatever it might dare take

.

and perhaps, when this

year terminates, i’ll be able to

abandon such a spiteful

recourse against and with you

because despite everything

we aren’t better off this way, and

i have faith that this is true.

~*~

But I chose to forgive
I find it hard to forget
Even though you said it’s
Something you’d regret…

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dial tone dream

i found my true calling

for the longest time

i’ve already known

i found my true calling

but it just won’t pick up

the goddamn phone.

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Gossip

despite all of

the gossip

that isn’t true

look on the

brighter side

at least

they’ll all be

giving a damn

about you.

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The Wrong Time, The Wrong Place

i got my dates

all damn wrong

but i went and

played along

for i was so

deluded by you

guess i lost

track of what

was still true

i wanted to

impress, but i

ended at a skid

just who the fuck

am i kidding—?

i’m so stupid.

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☆ that you ★

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

true enough that

you may be

a son of chaos

and anarchy

and i’d lie if i

didn’t admit a

daughter of grace

and elegancy

but discord has

order, without it,

our very universe

cannot be

and there’s a

certain clumsiness

to poise and

secret mystery

true enough,

that you and i

are as parallel

as can be

but perhaps

that paves the way

for starcrossed

destiny.

♫•*¨*•.¸¸♪

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