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I'm left lost in my thoughts... passively strolling through a
stream of consciousness and awareness of what I've done...A mistake that never felt any
better as I say, then why am I here to care about something meant to be minute or amounting
to nothing? I feed off others and what they say and how they make me feel. But empty inside is what conquers and dominates me most still. I need that one fresh breath of air, that one step we remember as our first, but not the last, the words we've only said once when we meant it. I yearn and crave for something I can never have and that makes this woman a hopeless, devoted whore. Cigarrette in one hand, earphones in my ear, I'm sitting in a room so familiar, but far away. I tried to grasp that face I looked so much, but forced it to the back of my head where dangerous thoughts spawn for my own safekeep. I'll need more than words to retrieve any explanation of how I feel. The chain of events within the last week numbs me deep inside making this woman what we call a dull whore...and she wants it any other way, but this...this nothing is everything to her. |