i'm not convinced
that moving forward
is the
right thing.
i like to start
at the end
because
one thing
i know for sure
is that
i can always
find my way back.
you know,
life is too short
to ever understand.
so love the addicts,
so beat the children,
so rape the women,
because
i just d o n ' t care;
every twelve numbers
the clock starts over
so we'll keep
repeating,repeating,repeating
ourselves.
it's histories,
it's memories,
it's tragedies,
it's growing up and
hatingfuckingforgetting.
i can't change, okay?
i can't because
i don't fucking
want to.
you don't understand.
i'm a monster.
i'm a shadow on
the wall that keeps
you safe and scared.
i'll be the
poster child for
chemical tragedies
and they'll whisper:
"remember arin;
that girl that
figured out the
fastest way out?"
it doesn't matter,
i'll never hear it.
and you can remember
those late night
conversations
you overheard me
having with myself
in the mirror.
screaming,
"goddamn,
just let go.
breathe.
forget."
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i don't really care anymore.
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"goddamn,
just let go.
breathe.
forget."
favorite please.
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the spacing is heartbreaking.
the words are heartbreaking.
this is all just so freaking heartbreaking.
very powerful.
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this whole thing was heart-breaking to read.
you're so good at getting me to feel the things you write.
I hope you start feeling better.
<3
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OH MY GOD WOW ....that is all. i loved it
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This was good and really moving.
Anyways. Keep up the good work.
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