Hiccoughs.

She came and she apologized, and for a while all was well in the world.
All was well except for the gouged out pieces of my innocent heart.

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I am sad today. I don't know why. It's burdensome and tiresome and my eyelids are heavy fighting daylight nightmares that won't go away. I'm worried worried worriedsick for him, and all that he is hiding or maybe not hiding...Is this how he really is? How long can I hide him away from the world, so they don't laugh at him?
Who do I trust?

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They played the wizard for a fool, the fool for a wizard.

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Blue Mist haze and foggy city lights and I'm backed up into a leather cubicle. People smoking, talking, laughing, glittering like angels, cloaked like sinners, and I just rest my head back and watch it all.
Everything around me is all yellow.

your skin, oh yeah your skin and bones

turn in

to something beautiful.

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some days my hands smell like onions
some days like laundry detergent
some days, like love.
some days.... worry, tears, nostalgia, missing home..

the days I like best
are the days they smell of You.

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(but) Everything is You, and you are nothing.

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they say you get hiccoughs when someone misses you. I have roadbloacks in my throat, and maybe I just miss home.
hm.
maybe.

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-eeda