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I love sticking my thumb into the thorn,
for it makes me understand the rose.
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Antonela suggested i explain my words,
But the thing is, love..
They are my explanation.
This great complex deal we experience of not finding the right words...
I have found a way to soothe my itching throat
And my vandalized mind.
See,
I hate using the word 'sad'.
It never really explains enough.
It makes me seem
black on white,
when i feel
my feelings are much more complex.
Thus, i will use another word. Something that maybe has nothing to do with it at all.
I would compare sadness
to a bird.
Because searching for the sadness in something so beautiful..
And finding it
Awakens the true feeling..
..that
Is understanding.
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My thoughts have become small.
For i am in love.
It truly,
Truly,
Excites every other feeling.
Sleighs it to it's highest.
That makes it hard to tell the story.
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YOU ARE READING
Thoughts
CasualeMy mind. I'm sorry if you do not understand. You shouldn't be able to. This book is for me and for me only. Filled with my thoughts, My curses, Wishes. CRINGE AND POSSIBLE OFFENSE WARNING
