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  2. #Truth             (via) deeshore:

    #Truth             (via) deeshore:

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  3. When it comes to love, you need not fall but rather surrender, surrender to the idea that you must love yourself before you can love another. You must absolutely trust yourself before you can absolutely trust another and most importantly you must accept your flaws before you can accept the flaws of another.

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  5. What do you do when someone stops loving you? Well, you cry a little and then you wait for the sun to come out. It always does.
     The Sound of Music

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  7. God’s Lonely Man

    ―by Tom C. Hunley

    I’m the only one here. My name is Travis, Travis B.
    I’m a lonely man, and I’m a sleepless man, a confused man.
    Are you talking to me? Will you please talk to me?
    I believe my stomach may be riddled with cancer.

    My yellow cab gets washed by a gushing fire hydrant.
    A car backfires ― I’m back in Nam, ducking Charlie.
    I pop tranquilizers and wet my cereal with peach brandy.
    I’m the only one here. My name is Travis, Travis B.

    The prostituted Times Square night is lit by bodies
    pressing together like match heads and cement. Damn,
    how I’d like to be a heavy rain that washes this city,
    but I’m just a lonely man, a sleepless man, a confused man.

    I took this lovely angel, Betsy, to see Swedish Marriage Manual,
    but she clambered into someone else’s cab. Oh Betsy!
    There’s so much I can’t quite say, but I know you’d understand.
    Are you talking to me? Will you please talk to me?

    Sweet Iris, a 12-year-old whore, jumped in my back seat,
    followed by her pimp, Sport, who wore an Indian headband.
    He grabbed her arm and tossed me a balled up twenty.
    I believe my stomach may be riddled with cancer.

    The morning sunlight nearly blinds me. I walk in a trance.
    How did this loneliness get in me? Do I drink it in my coffee?
    It wants to come out, like steam billowing from a manhole.
    Are you talking to me? Are you pointing that .38 at me?
    I’m the only one here.

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  8. 680. STOMACH ACHES ARE ALWAYS BETTER THAN HEART ACHES.

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  10. Tell Me

    tell me whats in your ears.
    a sweet melody
    or a sad sound of tears
    tell me whose playing in your ear.

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  11. You Suck

    I hate you
    my God, you suck
    It sucks that you and everything ‘between us’ turned out to be fake
    empty
    you tried me on I guess
    and it seems I didn’t fit
    but the truth is, you never knew me
    you never felt ME
    it would be impossible to know or feel things that are hidden
    behind such thick walls
    walls that would suffice as the protection for any fortress
    oh honey I guess I should have known better
    when it comes to falling
    you hold me oh so well
    damn you for holding me like you meant it
    kissing me like you meant it
    making me feel like you meant it
    like it was real and you felt real things for me
    kissing me on my forehead when you thought I was asleep
    what did you get out of that?
    you talk about wasting time but you are the worst offender
    have a nice life.

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  12. What do you do when someone stops loving you? Well, you cry a little and then you wait for the sun to come out. It always does.
    The Sound of Music

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  13. If he’s dumb enough to walk away, then be smart enough to let him go.

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  15. Separation

    Your absence has gone through me
    Like thread through a needle
    Everything I do is stitched with its color

    — W.S. Merwin

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