seperated from Marianne. Susan-and Fitzgerald.

  Im just too tired right now,for this, for us, for I love yous and why dont you cares.  there are things that need to be resolved, that need to be resolved by me. every time I think I have something good coming 3 not so good things happen. and then you say “baby I hope nothing bad ever happens [...]

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with you gone, I sit here, and write for you. with you gone, and me here, alone,  in this house of silent noises, i sit here alone. and wish that youd come back. and think, that something, needs to give. because im too scared. Im scared of my job, and im scared of my life, [...]

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Oh little angry bird, theres nothing left of you.

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I am dying inside

پدر یعنی‌ عشق ترس گناه آزادی بدون آزادی پدر یعنی‌ عشق کار تلاش هیچوقت کافی‌ نبودن گناه کار پدر یعنی‌ از خود گذاشتن به هیچ نپیوستن تنهایی‌ کار گناه پدر یعنی‌ احساس گناه محض برای خواستن پدر یعنی‌ مرا ببخش‌های هرشب  قلبم دارد میپاشد از هم، پدر مرا ببخش امشب

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women

it is an eternal curse, this Having to choose, between one’s father,  and one’s lover.

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new day

the smell, of home, is still, here inside me. and all I want, is a red fish, floating in a plastic bag and my dad at the door.

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working

true disappointment comes, only with true knowledge of the other. and true disappointment comes, only with a thorough sense of vulnerabilities masked as strengths masked as ideals masked as positive contributions to the relationship. I cannot give you the kind of love you want to receive. I do not know it. my kind of love, is [...]

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I read today on the blog  of a writer whose words are better than mine, that poetry sometimes comes as a necessary adage to the pretty picture on top of it. and my mind said poetry is the sincerest form of vanity I write because I cannot say things bearing on my mind I write [...]

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