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I'll Put A Spell On You.

Sunday

It's not like I can

expect anything.

I need everything to
be
slowly understood.
To not make myself
go

down.
Like how I did before.
I need to listen, to observe, to sense, to feel.
I need less of actually thinking, of interpreting.
Less assumptions.
Less thoughts.
I want to be caught up in those moments.
To just be present, just there, just like that.

It's so much more beautiful that way.
Posted by The Girl Who Came Along at 15.3.09
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      • For once,
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      • At this moment, now.
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      • .
      • Starting with your right hand.
      • Stop
      • I've got, a message.
      • To tell you.
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      • What I am to you,
      • Spinning.
      • She's not happy.
      • Idiot. (I am)
      • What I really need.
      • Who doesn't?
      • Not supposed to
      • I do not need this.
      • Possessed to obsess.
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