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nothing is whole, and i'll be just another lively painting, soon. /caption/ i see life alive around me, though it's so cold that i feel like a blanket of the numb sky is wrapped on my head; gospel music rings, i don't seem to breathe; through the halls it echoes, and it echoes like an involuted song; i will breathe someday

nothing is whole, and i'll be just another lively painting, soon. /caption/ i see life alive around me, though it's so cold that i feel like a blanket of the numb sky is wrapped on my head; gospel music rings, i don't seem to breathe; through the halls it echoes, and it echoes like an involuted song; i will breathe someday

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look. look how i lie still. i can't feel anything. this bed is my back. look. look how that liquid pours into me through my broken skin, hoping. hoping is a funny thing, because there's nothing else to do now. stillness blankets me and i transcend to hazy worlds i don't know what i'm doing. not even breathing on my own; disgusting things moving in and out. i don't fall asleep nowadays because i am not awake anymore. i can't stop. there may be more of these coming. #cinemagraph #ramona #fragile #inevitable #death #unconscious #bedridden #sadlittlepoemsbyr

look. look how i lie still. i can't feel anything. this bed is my back. look. look how that liquid pours into me through my broken skin, hoping. hoping is a funny thing, because there's nothing else to do now. stillness blankets me and i transcend to hazy worlds i don't know what i'm doing. not even breathing on my own; disgusting things moving in and out. i don't fall asleep nowadays because i am not awake anymore. i can't stop. there may be more of these coming. #cinemagraph #ramona #fragile #inevitable #death #unconscious #bedridden #sadlittlepoemsbyr

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in my slurry voice, i sing you songs hoping you'll remember me when i am gone. this dead tree, chopped, broken, beaten, painted: my bed must be tired of my body. it's been months. hope is quite a dead thing. look at me. look at me. look at the weight of the breaths this thing beside my bed shoves into my body. don't you see it's more tired than i am? you're sleepless. but look how you smile, wistfully; you know it. i know it. but still i am. i am as in i exist. #ramonasongs#pain #death #inevitable #bedridden #fragile #sadlittlepoemsbyr

in my slurry voice, i sing you songs hoping you'll remember me when i am gone. this dead tree, chopped, broken, beaten, painted: my bed must be tired of my body. it's been months. hope is quite a dead thing. look at me. look at me. look at the weight of the breaths this thing beside my bed shoves into my body. don't you see it's more tired than i am? you're sleepless. but look how you smile, wistfully; you know it. i know it. but still i am. i am as in i exist. #ramonasongs#pain #death #inevitable #bedridden #fragile #sadlittlepoemsbyr

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the air is heavy with damp wood and stale smells. i don't want to open the windows, it smells like death, and i'm waiting. waiting, waiting, waiting, a pink popstar bicycle is lying dusty where no one cares to go, and it's waiting, waiting, waiting, a skinless thing looks at me? like me? is it me? i don't know if i'm dead already. interpretations? #ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

the air is heavy with damp wood and stale smells. i don't want to open the windows, it smells like death, and i'm waiting. waiting, waiting, waiting, a pink popstar bicycle is lying dusty where no one cares to go, and it's waiting, waiting, waiting, a skinless thing looks at me? like me? is it me? i don't know if i'm dead already. interpretations? #ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

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it makes me afraid to know the reason why you stay, and it makes me afraid to not know it; why you give me all your afternoons while i give you all my storms, i am not a rose, but i have many thorns. and when i'm sweating cold and i throw up, why you tuck me in bed and i glow up, you read to me like it's that "Forever" thing; that darn machine is tired of breathing, how do you even see me like that?! and oh the way you sing, as if i'll live enough days for you to love. another one. this time, thankfully, i didn't forget lines. #ramonasongs maybe. maybe not. #sadlittlepoemsbyr

it makes me afraid to know the reason why you stay, and it makes me afraid to not know it; why you give me all your afternoons while i give you all my storms, i am not a rose, but i have many thorns. and when i'm sweating cold and i throw up, why you tuck me in bed and i glow up, you read to me like it's that "Forever" thing; that darn machine is tired of breathing, how do you even see me like that?! and oh the way you sing, as if i'll live enough days for you to love. another one. this time, thankfully, i didn't forget lines. #ramonasongs maybe. maybe not. #sadlittlepoemsbyr

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you stayed longer than i expected. you stayed, and secretly i prayed to a hypothetical thing, don't make us end, "don't." and when i see you, i want to turn myself inside out, but you don't hear me shout. i still want you to stay. cold blood, and i can't handle things inside my head am i that hungry? am i that hungry? am i that hungry? or am i just dead? even i don't know how to explain what i mean. these are the vibes i got after listening to half of Taylor's newest album, Folklore. it's delicate, yet strong. I'd like your interpretations. Not giving any hints with the hashtags. #ramonasongs

you stayed longer than i expected. you stayed, and secretly i prayed to a hypothetical thing, don't make us end, "don't." and when i see you, i want to turn myself inside out, but you don't hear me shout. i still want you to stay. cold blood, and i can't handle things inside my head am i that hungry? am i that hungry? am i that hungry? or am i just dead? even i don't know how to explain what i mean. these are the vibes i got after listening to half of Taylor's newest album, Folklore. it's delicate, yet strong. I'd like your interpretations. Not giving any hints with the hashtags. #ramonasongs

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nothingness i'm swaying. yes, i'm conscious. but i'm swaying hard and i'll fall harder. let me fall. this gravity has kept me dragging, but i'm staggering, and it's difficult to keep myself from falling up or down. i have let go. i've let go of myself. and i want gravity to do the same. let me go. i'll be sucked by the skies, or be thrown down from the earth, into space, into black nothingness. i've always been afraid of falling. i'll let go now. they say your body explodes when you go into space without a

nothingness i'm swaying. yes, i'm conscious. but i'm swaying hard and i'll fall harder. let me fall. this gravity has kept me dragging, but i'm staggering, and it's difficult to keep myself from falling up or down. i have let go. i've let go of myself. and i want gravity to do the same. let me go. i'll be sucked by the skies, or be thrown down from the earth, into space, into black nothingness. i've always been afraid of falling. i'll let go now. they say your body explodes when you go into space without a

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striving to capture luscious breaths/ storing you _____________________________________ post-rain. the cologne from your double-pocket denim shirt found its way in the moist breeze and wafted into my nose, where i sipped and guzzled and drunk the scent, your scent, and slowly swallowed it, closing my eyes, filled with you, within and without, sinking hazily into a heavenly trance. i didn't want to lose any of those breaths, the breaths, the intoxicating smells of you, your damp cotton shirt, your sweet cologne, 'you'. i panicked, and i tried to seal my skin, afraid of venting, i held my breath foolishly, afraid of losing your smell, every breath of mine was focussed into my lungs, clinging to breaths that stored your smell, but alas, i'm only a human, having a fragile life, whose heart would stop beating without air, so hesitantly, slowly, i let go of your smells, and exhale. they say one human nose can remember 50,000 smells, yet i bury myself in your shirt, sinking into a hazy trance again. my nose is always hungry. I'd declare your smell as oxygen. Planning to fill Philip with your scent and walk around with it everywhere :P My nose is smiling! *snorts like a pig* Between two lungs by Florence+The Machine is playing on loop...

striving to capture luscious breaths/ storing you _____________________________________ post-rain. the cologne from your double-pocket denim shirt found its way in the moist breeze and wafted into my nose, where i sipped and guzzled and drunk the scent, your scent, and slowly swallowed it, closing my eyes, filled with you, within and without, sinking hazily into a heavenly trance. i didn't want to lose any of those breaths, the breaths, the intoxicating smells of you, your damp cotton shirt, your sweet cologne, 'you'. i panicked, and i tried to seal my skin, afraid of venting, i held my breath foolishly, afraid of losing your smell, every breath of mine was focussed into my lungs, clinging to breaths that stored your smell, but alas, i'm only a human, having a fragile life, whose heart would stop beating without air, so hesitantly, slowly, i let go of your smells, and exhale. they say one human nose can remember 50,000 smells, yet i bury myself in your shirt, sinking into a hazy trance again. my nose is always hungry. I'd declare your smell as oxygen. Planning to fill Philip with your scent and walk around with it everywhere :P My nose is smiling! *snorts like a pig* Between two lungs by Florence+The Machine is playing on loop...

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and her body degenerated. it was a sharp, deafening pang which grew so loud it made her numb, her head was exploding into itself, the muscles in her body were making her scream with severe rage, gasping, praying for a little breath in her bursting lungs, she was shivering, sweating cold, her eyes bolted tight, faint colours and lights and flashbacks, heavy sobs made her body extremely tense, all the atoms in her being were an earthquake, earthquakes that won't stop excruciating her till Life let go, and Death took over, the littleness, the fragility of Life, of human endeavours and everything that had seemed so important back when she could live, all flashed before her, but alas, the pain and crescendo were the loudest. "Heading to the Light" ~The Traveling Wilburys #ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

and her body degenerated. it was a sharp, deafening pang which grew so loud it made her numb, her head was exploding into itself, the muscles in her body were making her scream with severe rage, gasping, praying for a little breath in her bursting lungs, she was shivering, sweating cold, her eyes bolted tight, faint colours and lights and flashbacks, heavy sobs made her body extremely tense, all the atoms in her being were an earthquake, earthquakes that won't stop excruciating her till Life let go, and Death took over, the littleness, the fragility of Life, of human endeavours and everything that had seemed so important back when she could live, all flashed before her, but alas, the pain and crescendo were the loudest. "Heading to the Light" ~The Traveling Wilburys #ramona #sadlittlepoemsbyr

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Sea-song i drop slack into the sea, sad violin music playing in my dizzy head

Sea-song i drop slack into the sea, sad violin music playing in my dizzy head