part of me wishes i could stop
and just rip my emotions from my skin.
i can't take keeping things hidden underneath the surface
imfuckingbreaking
and no one is helping.
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i remember when i use to breathe and not have to worry if i was sucking up someone else's air. or the days when the words the echoed from my naive lips were just words and nothing more. and i remember when love was nothing more than someone holding my hand and telling me forever and ever
forever has been fucked by dishonesty and raped by reality.
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i've been told i'm overly dramatic and that i should stop making the impossible real. well excuse me for trying to say things to you that have everything to do with the fact that you have taken over my mind, i'm sorry that i decided that i loved, and forgive my ignorance because i believed. it.
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the more i lose myself the bigger this hole in my collarbone gets, i don't know if its you pulling away from me or society sinking in. all i know is something needs to click within me and fill this space because i'm losing touch and i'm slipping out of life.
and eventually i'll be nothing but your distant memory,
your should have been
your could have been.
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