sometimes in my darker moments i hold out some kind of hope for you

everything peeling away and leaving that all familiar pink fleshy quivering mess

but there's breath and a pulse so it's ok

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just impatient, and who am i anyway

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it upsets him that i'm going, got told over a dinner table

and the way they try and convince me i'm happy here

when they haven't stopped pushing for months

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i finished that really good i was reading.

when i move i'll finally be able to use a library again

do you want to make it anymore obvious that

yeah, uhuh, whatever dear

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in my darker moments..finer moments

i don't need a thing.

i want to dream up big things tonight.

big things.

jeff buckley is everywhere and it (and other things) make me want to see you before i go.

chances are i won't.

i don't even have anything to say anyway..except maybe..i thought it would be cool if we tried it like this

i'd like to maybe bend you over

make your mascara run..

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what is your fucking problem?

really. fuck. what the...fucking...fuck

fuck

i feel like hitting you

just for making me want to hit you

it starts already

i despise it

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he's back on the pedastool

and we thought he was gone...

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