Pathetic little child, I am embarrassed for you.
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Oh, how selfish of myself to always say that it was more than I could take. Like it was pain I could not shake, like it could break me with its fingers, throw my body in the lake, and I would slowly sink away but the truth is it was sorrow that I made and would not face. See, I keep falling for the future after tripping on the past and I am always tearing sutures out to make the anguish last
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You came back and you brought floods, wearing a necklace made of hearts that you dragged through the mud. And I guess I wasn’t quite sure what to say to you but then I saw mine, almost reached out to grab it, said darling you’re the only one on earth I want to have it but, now I’m not so sure that was true, after the hell you put it through
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Maybe I just think about it all so much, that the fear stays close to all the ghosts I’ve touched.
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After sundown, before sleeping, I am the worst of me. I am a mess of these old themes and the murmur of half-dreams whisper seductively and stage scenes.
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I was angry, and disillusioned, and ultimately self-destructive. I’d lost everything I believed in, I was as utterly, completely alone as I’ve ever been.
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I’m not sure if I’m ready yet, to find out the hard way. How strong I am, what I’m made of. I’m not sure if I’m ready yet, to walk through the fire. I’m not sure I can handle it.
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Remember not our faulty pieces, remember not our rusty parts. It’s not the petty imperfections that define us but the way we hold our heart
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I know I never used to feel like this. I used to never think of death or hear voices. I used to feel Like everything was perfectly in order, a normal life, but I guess then came a departure.
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Tell me what your worst fears are. I bet they look a lot like mine. Tell me what you think about when you can’t fall asleep at night. Tell me that you’re struggling. Tell me that you’re scared. No, tell me that you’re terrified of life.
Tell me that it’s difficult to not think of death sometimes.
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Have I been losing it completely? Losing sanity? Or has it been fabricated, fashioned by the worst of me?
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I know I should’ve moved on ages ago, been happy already, but it’s never been that easy for me. Or maybe it was me that made it so hard.
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