May 15, 2014
by Heather's Starting End

Just what if. your memory was erased
To wake in the morning, clean fresh slate?
You’ve forgotten it all, nothings been missed
Your soul then empty, get the jist?
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March 24, 2013
by suicidallyanonymous
i.
He is God,
and you are man,
and I am girl
for just a moment…
struggling to keep afloat
when hammock arms
let the biggest pieces
slip.
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