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Warmth
03:26
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warmth is only comforting when it’s optional, and when you let it go is when you need it most. so we long for the days when a twin felt small.
so we long…
for someone i’ll have to explain my scars to, for someone to disappoint everyday, for someone who makes me feel sicker than i have ever been.
to depend on me then watch me die.
it’s been so long.
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From A Dog To Its Master
04:00
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i’m losing my mind. it’s alright if you don’t throw it, but please don’t be so unkind. arm cocked back and ready to throw, you call it a game but what you don’t know is that i don’t like it much.
i’m losing my appetite. and i know that you don’t notice when i don’t go to sleep at night. walking aimlessly around the backyard, thinking of my past owner who tore me apart when i was too scared to run away.
i’m losing my health. i’m too weak to stand and it’s been awhile since you’ve knelt. i don’t need to be force-fed. i just wish you’d recognize that my bowl never empties and all i ever do is cry. but it seems you’re too busy for me.
i just wish you’d appreciate me before i’m gone, because you know that dogs don’t live for long.
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Homewrecker
04:57
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move your lips just a little bit closer. there is nothing to fear aside from throwing away all you’ve worked so hard to build for the best of your years.
i’m a homewrecker. that’s all i am, just a homewrecker.
now is that all it took, just one mutual moment of weakness disguised as a mutual moment of strength? in a world with so many people who are worthy of love, you’d still think a heart as clearly small as this would need a break. but you’d be wrong.
i’m a homewrecker. there’s nothing more to this. i’m just a homewrecker.
i’m a homewrecker.
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Balance
05:01
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the biggest reason for buying a boat built for two is that when you fall overboard then you won’t drown. but here i am, with my head under the ocean, arms reaching out towards the clouds. just searching for a dry hand.
i started screaming, “i’m so sorry! i lost my balance! i won’t ever let it happen again!”
and then the water filled my lungs.
then i wake up in the sand with nothing but assumptions about what has just happened. but it’s fair to assume that you saved me. until a beachgoer comes by with some unfortunate news: you’d already come ashore when my body washed up next to you, rolling out onto dry land.
you started screaming, “i’m so sorry! i was so selfish! i won’t ever let it happen again!”
and i said “that’s fine, but if you do, then i’ll be dead.”
i don’t think i believe you.
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Tumult
02:45
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take your phone off the charger, your chance of going out’s remote. just stay in and practice your writing. you’ll pen one hell of a suicide note.
she has got you in the palm of her hand, and her hand is gently resting on the torso of another man.
without the comfort of talent or beauty, we will continue our tumult because we belong to the suidae.
we will continue our tumult.
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Tiny Things
04:12
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i don’t know why it’s the tiny things that always bother me. i’m goliath lying facedown on the ground with no idea why something that seemed so small at first has my blood seeping into dirt.
there is nothing that i can change.
in a world that’s headed in the right direction, but so slow that it makes me stop and question if i really want to go or if i want to step off of this heavy train and step onto the tracks.
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for a month we dated and for half a year we’ve been apart. i’ve since found love and i’m beginning to wonder when i’m supposed to start feeling better about the things you said and stop lying awake in bed
thinking about your crying eyes
next to the one i’m with who’s brought a light that’s opened up my life. these strange feelings really make me wish i could make her my roommate. i’ve never adored a soul like this and i’m so excited to see how i fuck this up.
i don’t know why it’s the tiny things that always bother me. could it be that they're not so tiny, and that’s just the way i see them so that they only keep me up at night instead of put me in a deep sleep?
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New Friends
03:15
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let’s keep pretending that we’ve never taken anybody else to our favorite spots. let’s keep pretending that no other eyes have ever laid upon every part of us or the same exact fucking sunset you said i just had to see from your favorite view in the town that you live. i know that’s not just for me.
let’s keep pretending that we’ve never craved the touch of someone else more than we should. let’s keep pretending that these butterflies in our stomachs are new to the neighborhood and haven’t just returned from vacation more abundant than ever before with some new friends.
let’s keep pretending ours is the first future you’ve been excited for and will be the last. let’s keep pretending that we have no past that’s packed with people that look completely different, with people with interests completely different from yours and mine and more like yours and mine. it’s fine. i’m yours.
so let’s keep pretending.
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someday i’ll be able to let go. i’ll be able to live my life alone. someday i’ll be able to see your face so close to another face and feel nothing.
but til that day, i’ll be awake in my room questioning everything, like where i’ll live and what or who i’m living there for, and how i’m spending my life. am i running away or am i running towards an embarrassing waste of time?
someday i won’t need an audience to feel okay about myself. i won’t crave validation the way i do and the way i always have.
but til that day, i’ll be standing right here.
someday i’ll be able to let go. i’ll be able to live my life alone.
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