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 Dec 2014 Damaré M
WickedHope
I hate how crazy I get when my thoughts multiply
I hate how angry I get when my thoughts multiply
Where am I supposed to go to save myself from me

Where am I supposed to go now that you've left me
Please let me open my eyes and see you again
Please let me once again feel your arm's embrace

Don't forget the girl who smells like paper and ink
Oops, this totally went in a different direction.
- - -
He ordered me Paper Passion (it's supposed to smell like paper and ink) for my sixteenth birthday.
He was the only one who remembered my birthday that year without being told.
God I miss him more than anything.
I'll always love you, Andrew.
 Dec 2014 Damaré M
r
19
 Dec 2014 Damaré M
r
19
when my son was younger
he asked -

how old are the mountains
from where did the First People come
why does the sun sleep in the ocean
what is the color of rain

now that my son is older
stronger, wiser and bolder
he asks -

how old are the mountains...
...what is the color of rain


some things don't change.
r ~ 11/30/14

Hey, Son. :)
 Dec 2014 Damaré M
WickedHope
Rope
 Dec 2014 Damaré M
WickedHope
I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
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