What MattersIt doesn't matter how many times I hear your voice or see your face. What matters is everytime I feel your embrace without calling apon it. What matters is when I feel the warmth of your being without asking in plea. I no longer am the carrier, only the host. The host to a parasitic idea untangable to human being. The only human being, being you. Caring, such an overwhelmeming emotion, yet undoubtfully comparable to you'r unreachable warmth.What Matters
Your ImmortalThat feeling that comes from deep within it pulsates through your system you try to fight the urge and resist but its there a steadfast companion you anger rises as if it were a storm and just like a storm it distroys anything around it leaving the innocent to fend for themselves your just yourself in that world sucked in by the others but you still remain there uncertain about the reality of things one by one the opportunites crumble down the support has vanished the lies that have been told that were once your sheild are now as useful as you yourself the symphathy is now not even a carefree emotion you seem to enjoy yourself withYour Immortal
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For old time's sake, my heart will ache for a love song.
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“In Florida, you can get Disney shit, or in New Mexico, you can get funky little knitted coasters. What can you get in Utah?”
“Two wives?"
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“Roses are red. Violets are blue. I like Spaghetti. Let's go fuck.”
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