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Paper Weight

My middle name must be leave
Because that's what they all do.
"I don't want to be in a relationship"
Just say it
I don't want to be with you
Because relationship means commitment
It means not being indifferent  
It means being consistent 
And being realistic
But I'm problematic
And defective 
Clearly defective
Because they always choose someone else over me
Always leave and say the sa...

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Her lips were fire 
And I loved the way it burned
Her hands were chains
And I willingly let her lock me up and away
Her eyes were traps
That I'd fall into 
With no escape route 
With no shred of doubt
That I ever wanted out
And you ask now
Why I have all these scars
See you loved like razors
And I let you cut me open 
Thinking this is what love is
And you took every part of me 
And ...

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Runners High

When the moon is towering 

And blades of grass precipitating
I take to the streets
Drowning the silence of the night 
With my feet
See the worlds asleep 
And the cold air on my face
Is a blissful reminder 
That I'm still awake
In the most natural state of the cosmos 
Dark. 
Unlit.
My feet hit the pavement 
And I enjoy the loneliness
Running from unseen mon...

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Polly Lane

I always happen to look at the clock

And 708

There it is
Like a constant reminder that you're gone
Like a constant reminder that love is just a song that we all sing
But always ends eventually
708 
A flood of memories
Of staying up late
Of love we used to make 
Of hope that I had 
Before you walked away
Hopes as high as the Chicago skyline
708
The days and...

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