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it's half past midnight. the
scent of tobacco and sea salt
cling to eric as he carves
secrets into his skin. they
look like raindrops and now
he's standing in the middle
of the hallway, looking at me
as if to say "see what i've
done."

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eric is the type of boy who
wouldn't be impressed if he
saw new york up close, but
would just stare at the
unnecessary amount of people
then shake his head and walk
away. he is the type of boy
who will end up smoking his
mothers ashes after she finally
dies from the disappointment.
he bends and breaks his bones
and it hurts my heart as i try to
curse him sober and curse him
clean. it never works. what,
with all these crying eyes, am
i suppose to do now?

-

words are pouring out of his
mouth like alcohol and i'm
getting oh-so-drunk.
:iconthe-chemical-factory:

Author's Comments

i wrote. nothing good, but hey, i wrote, ha.

so, ye. the last piece of writing i submitted
had part of this in it, but it didn't fit because
it had "praying" and "cursing" and they like,
don't fit together, so i took the cursing part
out and used it in here :}

let me know if there are any spelling errors!

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today was a half day, and you know what that means! ahh it was such an awesomely fucked up day, i wish i could relive it.

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:iconchloroformboy:
last stanza is so relatbly heartbreaking

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:iconsoftsilhouettes:
you never cease to amaze me.
your words always look so perfect and sound so beautiful haha, give yourself some credit!
:heart:
:iconwormbittenapple:
yet another heart achingly beautiful poem. like whispers of something too bitter sweet to be tasted all at once, but too addicting to leave any in the glass. <3


out of curiosity, how did you make the font like that? D: i'm afraid i = fail at typesetting.

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"Every solution to every problem is simple. It's the distance between the two wherein lies the mystery." - Skulduggery Pleasant
:iconhearttoankle:
"he is the type of boy
who will end up smoking his
mothers ashes after she finally
dies from the disappointment."


:/
I know that one.


Wonderfulwonderfulwonderful.
:iconthe-chemical-factory:
thank youu :heart:

eheh, just use this code(but without spaces): < tt >

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:iconthe-chemical-factory:
ahah, thanks so much :}

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:iconthe-chemical-factory:
:heart:

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:iconvindicta38:
This is incredible. I love it! :)

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Words do my bidding! ....... Sometimes...
:iconloverz116:
i love it when you use a boy character in poems since my other 'friends' rarely do that. :] well done.

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