I can’t focus because I’ve missed my train. In my head, all the lights are turned out and all that’s playing is music. My body is pumped full of caffeine through the forms of coffee, and tea but it makes the circles of my eyes ache. I’m on the border of becoming sick. Shutting down, and forgetting. Hard drive wiped clean. I’m swimming in harsh bass riffs. The ones that rock the whole song. They’re expressing how I feel. Heavy, and strong. But really there is nothing behind me. Just four, simple strings that in any moment will snap. If pushed too hard, pulled too hard, and twisted. There I go. Snapping, slow motion and hurting you when I do. I hold my breath hoping it will change. Hoping you’ll see me turning purple, but you don’t need to see it. You can feel it. You can hear it. I’m a riddle when I get like this. You must feel flustered, and I feel the same. I feel sad that my strings are broken and there are none left. None. None to fall back on. So today is the day the music died.

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I found,

Middle of Nowhere acoustic! Finalllllly.

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lessonsforchildren:

‘the fuck is a ‘Snooki’?

lessonsforchildren:

‘the fuck is a ‘Snooki’?

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I'm the old age of seventeen. I'm a lez, and happily taken. I'm a writer, an activist of human rights, and a proprietor of the nineties. This is a collection of shit, and beauty that flies out of my mind on a paper plane. My full name is Kimberly, but I go by Kim, and I'm an artist. Feel free to follow me on Twitter. @appkid




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