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belong.

My heart cannot be broken By the cold soul inside you Mine is not your heart to break It belongs to me My dreams cannot be shattered By a man who has lost his own Mine are not your dreams … Continue reading

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late night.

I love this guy. For his brains. For his wit. For his impeccable delivery. For being human. For not being afraid to show his emotions. (And probably for not being able to hide them…) The below video aired before Seth’s … Continue reading

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song of the day. #9

[No, I am not choosing American Idiot (Green Day)…] Moving on… This song is ridiculous. And I haven’t heard it for years (well, until today). It’s funny in its ridiculousness. Apparently, funny enough that my memory of its existence has survived. … Continue reading

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I can’t.

I was starting to get my writing groove back. It was good. And now… I have no words. Fuck that, yes I do. I have held it in for months. Fuck it. If this sends followers away, well, I doubt … Continue reading

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hiding. (haiku)

I found my soulmate Hiding in the dark shadows Of my lonely life ©2016 what sandra thinks

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song of the day. #8

Is this song to me… or from me? I think both. It reminds of ‘friends’ who disappeared when I needed them most. I know, that means they weren’t real friends, right? Yeah, people tell me that. Of course, then some … Continue reading

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breakable.

the message is unmistakable you think I’m replaceable I’ve never been confrontational but this time it’s explainable our bond was educational your lies were unshakable none of this is debatable the truth is not erasable although I am capable my … Continue reading

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the monster.

Someone has come into my life. More like barged in. And more like something, not someone. I call him Franx. (Him? I have no fucking idea if this thing even has a gender. For now, him.) He’s a fucking monster. … Continue reading

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