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Maryland
05:15
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You've darkened our houses with loss. These were the houses that you lit. And now it hangs over us, and wishing wont bring the basement back or make the grief disappear. Now it hangs over us, and wishing wont bring the basement back or make the grave disappear. Maybe one day, I'll be the same height as you. Living and dying as a child means walking with frozen feet, writing on windowsills, and choking on sand. But you are not a child. I see that much for certain. I'd take most anything to numb...to relieve myself of burden. I'd like to say that I no longer wish to relate to the words "to take up arms against a sea of troubles, and by opposing, end them."
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Paradise
04:53
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Thank God for living. Take me for giving. Find me lying on my back wishing to see that these were the houses that you lit; maybe they'll be that way again. We're bedding our arguments. We've slowly and softly settled into ourselves. There were so many empty shoes on our floors; I almost filled mine with cement. We never played for points so I don't think our time could've been better spent. It was dark when we all forgot our names. Blackberries rot and I don't know how I feel about it.
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Today feels like February...unseasonably warm and cloudless for a month made by frost. But I'm still there, falsely unashamed and lying like always. Inaffectual...unaffected...rejected...lying like always. Nerve endings swerve and dull us down.
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