Imagination never ends.

When I’m thinking about you – my brain stops.

It’s irrational to “think” about you, it’s more like “hearting on you.”

I remember all the places we visited together. Keep them in my heart.

It’s just not fair that it seems like you have forgotten them.

Can’t you remember the hill, your car, our tree all the times we laid in our beds together?

My heart seems to cry when you don’t share these imagination with me, even if it’s over.

Imagination never ends.

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All together now.

Candle is burning.
It smells good.
PC is lighted.
It makes a buzzing sound.
In my tooth is a little piece of raspberry.
Hidden.
A small splinter has took a seat in my pullover.
It's annoying me.
I look for it.
Now it's gone.
For ever.
People are nerve-racking.
I do not want to stress myself anymore.
I want to cut my heart out of my body.
Stop it.

Break free.

My mind is full of loneliness.
I cannot stop the loneliness.
My head’s full of anger,
my heart’s full of hate.
My stomach mumbles bad things,
my hands want to break.
They want to stop the hate,
the anger and things, so bad.
They want to take my neck – and break it,
break it away from my empty head.

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