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only then will i drown
01:00
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I will keep my secrets forever
in a time capsule
never to be dug up.
never to be found.
nothing written is really profound.
What happened to purity?
Does anyone ever think of me?
Or am I dead,
to everyone but me?
I will lay in a field on my back.
be with the daisies
smelling innocence.
In that second, it will all make sense.
Only then will i drown.
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Strawtown, IN
01:11
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I am in a self made purgatory
Resentment fills my lungs with every molecule that makes its way through my mouth. I drove to straw town with my ex lovers ex best friend tonight. Since that moment I backed out of their driveway a static numb now coats my house of card ribcage.
Torment of the static. Static. Static numb. Static Numb. I am static.
Knowing the deeper truth, that the purpose behind everything is trying to find purpose, I sit still. Long drives with deafening music make abhorrence of my inner thoughts less volatile.
Find me a place where I feel content, where I can drown my body in raspberry vodka and dollar store tea. Later let me turn my organs into tar coated hell holes. Let me give them no way out.
Putting the past in bags and burying them away in the depths of closet is nearly impossible because "Objects in the mirror are closer than they appear".
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church within
02:09
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Your arms were torture.
They felt like skydiving
or having sex
for the first time
I felt the thrill and danger and euphoria
all at once, it ran through my whole body
like a fire.
It started in my finger tips and burned until my blood was boiling,
but nothing can boil forever.
After a while, all I had left was hot air
and in that hot air
she melted to your bones.
At first there was cold air,
February held stationary and solid particles.
that found me finding you in the snow at 10 pm in a marsh parking lot.
I was happy
I was happy
fucking happy
HAPPY
I haven’t gotten to shout.
I haven’t gotten to yell.
I haven’t gotten to punch holes is your wall.
I hope I left the word forever lingering in your ears.
I was water, you were oxygen.
In all honesty, what I felt with you was pure.
it was just that.
pure
for all the times you were broken
for all the times you were scared
for all the times you made me smile.
i would go through it all again
just to be pure.
You’re still pure to me
For all the putrid words that spilled from my lips
it was resentment
You’ve never been anything but pure to me
and now that purity is living on in an other being
I wouldn't mind your spirit spitting on mine
because it would be a baptism in holy water
I can still touch god because I can touch you.
but i don't know if you will let me.
I’ve always wanted to be loved unconditionally
but church was never appealing.
Maybe the answer was you.
because I have never fully let go,
Come back
I like the way you choke my neck
when your hands aren't even touching me.
make me pure.
take the life out of me.
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Naked Hymns Indianapolis, Indiana
I am Rosalie, 18 years old. My friend Shannon once describe me as “someone with a lot of ideas”, which is the most accurate synopsis of myself I have ever heard. I am inspired by the world around me daily and feel the need to create based on experiences and people I encounter. The best way to reach me is my email, rosalieadamshhs@gmail.com I would love to colab or be friends! ... more
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