June 2012
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And so sadness turns to resentment.
“How wonderful to be alive, he thought. But why does it always hurt?”
– Boris Pasternak
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Let me fall asleep in my bath, so my mind and body can be rinsed of all the dirt that has collected in the last 24 hours. We both know that I’m me, it’s just that neither of us know how to change that. Hold my hand, kiss my cheek, and give. That way we can be high, and fuck til forgiveness cums.
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matterme:
I love the way the rain falls in this city, fills the streets with water, makes them softer, the sounds of the traffic lighter, buses, taxis and cars wading through small rivers and lakes
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