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Coffees in our hands, smoke in our mouths. The morning is nearly-silent, hoarse mutterings. Chipped teeth on glass bottles, pounding bass. Sticky fumblings, trembling hands. Sweat.
The Fog rolls over the Water,
The sun is hot, the wind is low and soft against your face. The trees are green, their shadows tall and cool in their embrace. The grass is bright, the flowers vivid, and swaying in the breeze.
Some are born listeners,
MUSIC...   Loud, Powerful, Moving, Sad, Happy, Inspiring, Passionate, Loving, Tranquil,   MUSIC...   Moves me, Lifts me, Lets me breath,
What makes me happy, you ask? 
I still remember when I was a child looking up at my mother with fire in my eyes, asking and pleading and begging to put the flames out with the rain puddles outside. I ran, no shoes, no socks, no responsibilities,
A white sheet and lead is only the beginning
The happiness is hiding inside
When I am left with the emptiness in my bedand loneliness consumes my heart,I think of you. I think of all the times we had together.I think of the December nights we spentlaying next to each other
1 and 2 Arm here hip there Hit it hard now Fly through the air   You're taken to another place 3 and 4 Your soul leaves your body You're wanting more  
Senior year’s starting now
When darkness surrounds me, When hateful words weigh down heavily, There is always one thing, That is sure to bring, A smile onto my face. My worries vanish without a trace.
Sometimes my humans yell at me to move,  
Sometimes, the hardest thing to find in this world is yourself. Who are you  when you have everything is as important as who you are when you have nothing
I swim through late night rendezvous  featuring old Christmas music, my nose guiding me towards Coppertone dreams. Coconut lime incense soaks the curves and ripples of my mind when my heart wants to fly
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I often feel the clouds fog my brain, does that mean my synapses are the suspention wires on the Golden Gate Bridge? Heaven knows.   Makes me feel sick and low and empty, not empy, full,
What makes me smile, you ask? What makes me ooze with felicity? Just as oil attracts oil, Happiness attracts happiness.   When I see the glow of laughter or tears of joy,
I sing a song, a song i sing, sitting on a tire swing   Loving, living, breathing air summer breeze blows in my hair The birds disburse as notes fly away
I celebrate myself, and sing myself, as you are one of many, I am one of none, I stop to admire, as you already crossed the finish line.
It's on the news, all of the time That death shall come and seek Where death shall find  
When I get up in the mornings  I don't want to die anymore. I don't get up and think that I am ugly. I eat on a regualr basis. I have friends. I wake up and I am happy. I am the person I want to be.
Why should I sit down watching time flow past like a river filled with melancholy reminders when I can be standing singing dancing to the rhthymn of a thousand voices a hundred drums
Not the common joys of laughter and hobbies but the impossible.   Certainty. Certainty brings me joy. Knowing that I will be secure that I will succeed that I can make it into college
Oh Doctor, my Doctor                                                                                                                 grinning infectiouslybrown pinstriped suit, brown hair, brown eyes
Grass that grows up to my knees, The sounds of soft fluttering leaves in the trees, I lay my head on soft pillows in bed at night, Watching out of my window the distant stars that shine so bright.  
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