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Almost AsleepMy lungs are empty; all my breath is now filling the empty spaces between your ribs. I broke my jaw when I landed on the concrete at your feet. Fragments of bone are leaking out into my bloodstream, and I'm flossing my so-called arteries out from between my teeth. I'm stitching up this Chelsea grin, so all that's left now is a macabre portrait of a lover. I'm standing outside your house. I'm bleeding all over the gravel. I'm calling you to ask you for a sweater because it's cold out here, but you're not picking up the phone. I'm frantic with loneliness and riddled by abuse. I'm giving up and resting my head on the frozen ground. I'Almost Asleep
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Tired and RestlessI. Am. Terrified.Tired and Restless
I'm having nightmares that play out your death like a bad horror movie. I'm waiting, obsessively checking to see if you're online, just so I know you're still alive. I'm afraid that you'll show up at my door at three am with your eyes painted black and your face covered with fresh blood.
You're strong. You know this is wrong. You're not going to let it get that bad.
I can tell that you think you will walk away, but I'm not so sure. You adore him. He's been there through it all. I know that you love him and I love him because you do, but I hate him for bruising your strong neck and brea
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Killing TimeI keep saying that I'm willing to fight. I keep saying that I won't let go this time.Killing Time
It's getting harder to throw punches with these bruised knuckles. It's getting harder to grip the ledge with my slippery fingers cracking under your boots.
You're fading away again and I'm not sure I can keepkeepkeep you real. You're fading away again and all I want is to keepkeepkeep you real.
It's half-past-eight and I'm already wrestling with nightmares. I need you to call me. I need you to tell me you're all right. I worry about you. I worry about your fresh bruises and I worry about the bruises long healed. I wor
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- Interests: Art, Film, Music, Reading
- Favourite movie: The Assassination Of Jesse James By The Coward Robert Ford
- Favourite band or musician: Jack's Mannequin, Something Corporate, Garth Brooks, Andrew McMahon
- Favourite genre of music: Any
- Favourite artist: Hayao Miyazaki, Salvador Dali, Julian Beever, Ryan Mauskopf
- Favourite poet or writer: Andrew McMahon, Saul Williams, Charles Dickens, Corina90
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- Personal Quote: I will fight.
- Tools of the Trade: pencils/pens, my fingers/toes, Jack's Mannequin, & Bright Eyes
- Email: megan.miller.1492@gmail.com
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