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16 jun 22 // 23:38 hrs
so yeah. my day. i always end up writing cryptic shit, so i'm gonna try to seperate poetry from blogs now... still gonna keep my weird way of writing though.
went to town, the five of us. sweltering after weighted rain. i am lighter still. they notice i only bust out the arm warmers in summer. cower. cover. coward.
funny how we've all dated, yet still we forgive and forget, our dynamic never changes. on the outside anyway (inside is a different story).
exam results come in tomorrow. my health improves as my grades falter... isn't that weird? when i spiral i shine. 3rd is practically set to be the perfect year. roll on september.
was buying cds, walked out the door with radiohead and morrissey, though i went in for paramore. i went in for me and came back with you. i hate that you're part of me. still i find new picks for you whenever i see cool colours. the box of you on my sagging shelf is overflowing. take your memories, i don't want them (though i cling to them when it's 3am and joy division blares). karma. magnets. repel and result, yet still drawn together.
wake me up when june ends.
- v.
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iamperoxide
the 'cryptic way of writing' is extremely fun. with our telltale persuasions at hand, i won't stop until i'm swinging. i just said the same sentence twice. ;]
there's no fun to be had in using words as merely ways, when they could be weapons :)
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you get it!!!!
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