Sadness
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i long to touch flesh to feel some sense of something that caress, that song of which i am so lacking isn’t it so tragic that here i am alone with a heart full of magic so useless so prone to the tigers that are waiting to dream is suffocating a longing so hopeless its Read more
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my love grows in a secret garden long forgotten lost covered with weeds, branches reaching for sunlight with no reply, neglected flowers, buried beneath dead autumn leaves worms, crawling in the shadow of a broken swing it’s an ugly fucking garden, but it breaths like any other all it needs is a little care for Read more
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cities. glass. gunshot wounds red. zygomatic arch. open mouthed nothings. on the corner of. 58th street snow falling. eyes crying rivers of blood. in. new york city cigarette smoke. desolate. heart shattered dreams. and fragments. of bone. desperately clinging. to last moments skylines leaving. brown eyes. closing always ending. in. dark city help. Read more
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it’s pissing down outside streets drowning, alcohol staining my dirty insides if only the sky could become a sea and swallow me up if only the layers of time could tear open allowing me to go back to a place i once belonged rain, always rain filling up my tired, heavy heart like an ocean Read more
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disappearing moments swirling like cigarette smoke above saddened heads the past clings leaving a scent that always reminds you of what used to be sometimes it makes you smile sometimes it makes you wish with all you had that you could get back somehow get back to the sunshine that always shone so brightly and Read more
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On a friday night like this, there’s nothing you can think of doing. You could be anywhere in the world, sleeping with the most beautiful women imaginable. You could be in America, or maybe Venice. Smoking cigarettes and drinking champagne as the gondolas pass by your side. The bars alive with romantic souls, the air Read more
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it rains and it rains to kingdom come flooding the streets and washing the pain away if only for a while my bones ache and i feel bad for nothing feels real even the snails and their tiny little deaths crunching beneath my feet leave me indifferent and empty everything is dim from the evening Read more
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I’m uninterested in everything. People and occasions bore me like you wouldn’t believe. I mean, just being close to someone else makes me flinch. When they open their mouths to talk, I prepare myself for the worst. I’ve heard everything before. Every truth and every lie, all boring and unimaginative. It genuinely pains me to Read more
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stood in a darkened room and smoking a cigarette whilst gazing out the window my mind’s a blank and there’s nothing i’d rather be doing and there’s no one I want to be talking too it’s just me and the silence of a friday night as the world turns on like it always does and Read more
Author S. K. Nicholas 