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insignificancei need to know what is on your mind... i need to stop thinking about you i need you to hurt me so i can feel something real i need to carry on with this unrealistic vision of me and you it's my sustenance, carrying me through this monotonous existence tell me something, baby tell me how insignificant i am to you...insignificance
by ~suzannemoore
lipstick lollipopstoplight, i dream you green and smiling as we jump in your car with your lipstick lollipop radio on dust beneath our fingernails as i race you to the bathroom secret kiss stolen as we share your cheap cigarettes and stare at the moon that illuminates our little girl dreams like the spotlight we so wish to have look for change for the tollbooth tiptoe into my mind turn to me and smilelipstick lollipop
chipped nail polish as you tug on your hair all different now all grown up broken hearts cause broken dreams crumpled up on the trojan box on the floor
with your maraschino che
by ~suzannemoore
work in progress...Screaming. I wake up with a jolt, thinking it's just my nightmares again. I am drenched in sweat, cold, my body aching. I have woken up yet again to my own real nightmare. The screaming continues, but it's just another day here-that's what the criminally and mentally insane do. They don't sleep, they pace the halls and they scream. I want to scream, yell, "somebody help me!" I have awoken to the hellish feeling of dope sickness yet again. Only this time it is somehow different. I must get through this, I have no choice. No moneywork in progress...
by ~suzannemoore
a world i'll destroyyeah, we have a past forgot about you somewhere along the way you left the city and i left you somewhere in my memories found some new assholes to make me come (and go) forgot about the innocencea world i'll destroy
replaced it with some fucked up version of the truth running from myself, running from your ideas of what's cool but you've got me now, got what you wanted now it's me wanting you, waiting for you, wanting you near moved on now, i excite you but could never be the one too much darkness and pain,
to much excess, and somewhere, somehow, things got real fucked up along the way &nb
by ~suzannemoore
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"Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”
William S. Burroughs
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An Irishman has an abiding sense of tragedy that sustains him through temporary bouts of joy.
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I will always care, no matter if I show it or not. I do care. I want to talk, but whenever we get the chance you walk away.
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Imperfection is but perfection in its own self.
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"Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”
William S. Burroughs
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Imperfection is but perfection in its own self.
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"Desperation is the raw material of drastic change. Only those who can leave behind everything they have ever believed in can hope to escape.”
William S. Burroughs
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Imperfection is but perfection in its own self.
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