Sam Scrawls, [12/5/2018 12:58 PM]
Song of devotion mumbles behind me, war shouts face me.
What's more, I'm in the middle between.
Void suspends me, gravity to the ground pulls me.
Conveying my wrongdoings on my twisted back, holding my aggravation in an emotionless expression.
Tasting the harsh lips, paying attention to the sweet lies.
Contacting the sharp expectations, smelling the pungent breeze.
Living with a portion of heart, gripping with a fourth of a spirit.
To a woeful life I won't ever care about.
Simply one more one attempting to make due.
#Draft 58
Title:____.
Date:5-12-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [12/7/2018 9:47 AM]
Drain, drain until every one of the stars turn dull.
Until all flares flash to death.
Until all foggy eyes go visually impaired.
Drain.
#to_be_edited
Sam Scrawls, [12/8/2018 2:16 AM]
I can see the positive qualities in others, why I can't see it in me?
I can see the capacity in others, why I can't see them in me?
I can see the magnificence in others, why I can't see it in me?
For what reason mightn't I at any point track down me?
#arbitrary
Sam Scrawls, [12/8/2018 9:21 AM]
They fall before me in a steady progression, I won't ever learn.
They won't ever learn.
#arbitrary
Sam Scrawls, [12/10/2018 1:01 PM]
Please accept my apologies.
That I didn't know about your happy presence.
That I haven't given your possible numerous contemplations and time.
That I was unable to perceive how valuable you were.
Please accept my apologies.
That I misconstrued your capacities to be valuable.
That I didn't allow you to sprout into a superb work.
That I didn't permit you to demonstrate the way that lovely you can truly be.
Truly I'm heartbroken...
That I covered your potential possibilities and drove you away.
Please accept my apologies that I wound up killing you.
Please accept my apologies, my fantasy.
#Draft 59
Title: sorry, my fantasy.
Date:10-12-2018.
Sam Scrawls, [1/1/2019 1:10 PM]
10, 9, 8
She was embracing his arm firmly inclining her head onto his shoulder.
7, 6, 5, 4
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