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mysilentvoice
18/F
What would you do if your heaven became your hell?
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Jan 8, 2019
Jan 8, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC
Untitled
i break over and over again and again at the thought of you leaving a piece of me being taken away
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Dec 31, 2018
Dec 31, 2018 at 11:42 AM UTC
gone
i wish i could escape the thought of her kissing my cheek my lips my neck but it plays over and over in my head like a song. i wish i could escape the thought of him being just a memory no longer in flesh, rather a flashback of my youth. i wish i could escape the thought of his hand lingering too long on my back or grazing my chest. i wish i could escape the thought of tears rolling down her cheek as i tell her about that night knowing my pain all too well. i wish i could escape the thought of not being good enough of being a disappointment to them to myself. i wish i could escape the thought of not stepping on the brake of having one too many of seeing crimson liquid spilling from my wrist. maybe then, i could finally escape.
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Dec 26, 2018
Dec 26, 2018 at 11:07 PM UTC
escape
I hear our song playing in the back of my mind As I lay awake at night Replaying what happened a thousand times over. I can’t help falling in love with you It’s impossible to let you go You ask me why we can’t just go back To the way things were Normal again. But I can’t be around you anymore Without feeling your breath on my skin Your hand in mine The taste of your kiss on my lips The sting of the pain still fresh So if you ask me why we can’t just be friends Try to understand that no matter how hard I try to forget I can’t help falling in love with you.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 8:23 PM UTC
our song
That was the night that everything Changed. The night I no longer felt beautiful When I felt less like a person And more like a body. That was the night that I lost all my Trust. When he says he just wants a cup of coffee But I expect something more. That was the night that I truly felt Hate. Towards him. Towards myself. I gave him the wrong impression. I never said no. It was my fault. It was my fault. It was my fault. But maybe Just maybe It wasn’t.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 12:58 AM UTC
that was the night