Quietly Thinking Out Loud

You can't define me because I can't define myself.

Friday, November 11

“ We live in a generation of, not being in love, and not being together
But we sure make it feel like we’re together
Because we’re scared to see each other with somebody else

— Drake

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4doors:

(by johann Smari)

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Underestimated

Cunning young sycophant,
dangerous deviant,
hopelessly arrogant —
still, so naive.
You’ve no clue, from the start,
I’ve known I’d play my part,
watching your bleeding heart
...

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There was a girl I knew once.

(knew, v.
past tense of knowing the hitch
in her breathing as she slept meekly,
timid of her own dreams and the milky
moon glow that bathed her pallid;

past tense of...

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