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Physical shit.
That nonchalant youapos;re wrong Iapos;m always right letapos;s be each otherapos;s everything but make sure to distance ourselves crap. No no. Platonic. Utterly and completely, metaphysical, transgressional in all the right ways in the wrong spots. Letapos;s speak and and then not speak, catching every word of our silence in a glare that screams, letapos;s blow this joint, itapos;s cramping our love spit style.

I am tired of my pessimism, it makes me weary and everyday I ponder in an aching way that causes me to say never, instead of always. Stuck living in such a way that attracts dirty stares and predetermined ears, Iapos;m so sick of it. Accept difference. Accept darkness in your light and coincide with disorder, not against it. Iapos;ve always felt like I was pushing while everyone else was pulling, and I canapos;t understand why this is. Itapos;s like a Christian and a Catholic arguing about the way in which we worship instead of holding hands for what it is we worship. In a way Iapos;ve described in my mind a man that pushes with me, instead of someone that shatters the door completely. So someone shatter. Letapos;s talk, and travel and dream of worlds, letapos;s make to break and break to make ourselves all over again.

Oh fuck it.
Iapos;m just tired and somehow my romanticism seeped through but Iapos;ll force it back soon enough. But then again, it was always about finding someone to bring forth and change the jaded, hopeless romantic to a hopeful one.

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