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Pen cap, oh pen cap
How truly blue you are.
You sit alone on my desk
In a shadow of something bigger.
Pen cap, oh pen cap
Where’d your body go?
You seem to have been decapitated
Where the hell’d it go?
How truly blue you are.
You sit alone on my desk
In a shadow of something bigger.
Pen cap, oh pen cap
Where’d your body go?
You seem to have been decapitated
Where the hell’d it go?
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About: me
It hurts to see inverted smiles.
Literature
How are you today?
How many dozens—no, hundreds—of times have we each been asked this question? And are we ever truly honest in our answers? Probably not. We default to the expected answer, the one that doesn’t impose on the well-meaning person who doesn’t really want to hear about our problems. “I’m fine” we say, or just “good.” I know I rarely ever deviate from this particular norm.
But the truth is…A good day for me is a day when I have energy to face the day and don’t feel like crawling back under the covers of my bed. A good day for me is being able to smile for a moment or two without it b
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We are the Broken
We hide in this shell, hoping that no beams of light will shine through, casting our shadows on the wall.
No one can know we are here. We are memories and dustbunnies that used to be known, but now we are the fragments of broken hearts and broken dreams that were tossed to the wind, disowned, and dismayed.
We are corpses of the lost children, wolves preparing to devour us at the slightest provocation.
We did not ask for this. This was thrusted upon us, a screaming child abandoned. And now this child is ours. We bear it's weight and needs, hiding it's flame from those who would rip it away, no matter how much it annoys or decieves us.
We lo
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LOL Awesome.