I've Been Scared of Sleeping with the Lights On
- Locked by breadgirl69 on Jul 19, '24 11:41amReason: Req
Thread Topic: I've Been Scared of Sleeping with the Lights On
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Hello gtq! It's good to be back!
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hello again
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Heyoo!
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SPICE HI- i didnt know you were online, how are you?
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Why are you scared tho
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its just a line from a song
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Oh
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So, come on. One and all to see the apathy. The rings of grace, dead souls that fill the tapestry. I look to all of you and see a different f---ing species. Aspiration for a different destination to me. Across the Pennines, thin blue line and the night for The Fall. Would do something if it wasn't also half my fault. Cause I'm so high, my brain can't even look at The Fall. And when you've reached the top, there's nowhere else to go but-...
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I lost the passion that comes with living since I started university. I took a geography course to learn the datelines and maybe use a sexant. But now I just press. facsimiles. And you're exactly who you wanted to be. That's what you said. Because you wanna watch TV and sleep all day and lay in bed but, you're forgetting that I've got to go to work and eat my food and pay my rent and reproduce and feed those kids and maybe use a sextant. I don't miss you. I miss the thought of what we were. Because this is a part where I shut up and let you infest my brain Wrap your arms around my cortex. Dig you in and let you drain. You'll never get rid of me. Oh, I'm like a f---ing disease. I'll make a home in your gut because it's somewhere warm to sleep. And what was your thought when you realize you'll never feel naive love again? Was it pain or was it sickness? Were you proud of who you'd been? The shyness waiting for his phone calls replaced by apathy and dating apps. You held his hands, it felt like flying. Now, he's just another man. You'd rather he was inside than beside you but he's talking marriage in the future. He's picking a lock. He doesn't go into. He's knife in a wound. He's a suture. I don't miss you. I miss the thought of what we were. Because this is a part where I shut up and let you infest my brain. Wrap your arms around my cortex. Dig you in and let you drain. You'll never get rid of me. Oh, I'm like a f---ing disease. I'll make a home in your gut because it's somewhere warm to sleep. It's okay. Anything to make me feel less numb. Eat my rent, and eat my food, and eat my dues, and eat those kids, and maybe use a sextant.
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Hey
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hey
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What’s up?
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not much just listening to music, ypu?
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Not much eating
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