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i'm out of clever things to say.



i'm not sure
i like where
this is going.





see;
i sacrificed my health
for brighter stars
and that feeling of significance.
i sabotaged hishandinmine
for conversations with shadows.


i packed the bowl.
i lit the lighter.
i cut the line.
i folded the dollar.









it's like this:
mommy didn't want me
and daddy was too busy.



but it's not their fault.












i accept responsibility.














but you've got to know,
i'm fucking terrified.

i can't sleep.
i can't eat.
i can't remember.





my heart is racing,
my body is shaking,






and i can't fucking
remember why i'm
even fighting.



























so, what's keeping you
from giving in?
because i'm done.

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i'm sick of this.

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  • moonkissedtiger
    October 4

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    This is raw. Punches at you. Hits you where it hurts, almost.

    "see;
    i sacrificed my health
    for brighter stars
    and that feeling of significance.
    i sabotaged hishandinmine
    for conversations with shadows."

    Fave stanza.


  • Candy Morphine
    October 4

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    this rips at the screen. like all the particles and pixels are eating each other. cannibles.

    this poem is exhasperated.
    tired.

    it is very raw.