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398 · Mar 2015
Voices.
It's 4AM, I lay in bed - wide awake, waiting for the darkness to consume me. Another sleepless night. The sun starts to rise and the voices start to fade, another day wasted yet again. Oh how I wish I could rewind time and go back to when things were fine. As the sun sets, I go down the all too familiar path, my body burns with desire. Pill by pill, my eyes begin to flutter as my heart begins to slow. My pulse has faded and so has the voices.
181 · Mar 2015
Thoughts.
I though we were friends, correction I thought we were best friends. The day I left, you were the best actress because you sure had me fooled. I thought you actually cared that I was leaving. Now that I’m not around, I’ve come to realise who you really are. You don’t deserve to have poems written about you. You don’t get to decide when you want me in your life. I thought I could send you to the curb, erase every last memory I have of you, I thought I could delete you from my life. For once my thoughts have not deceived me. You have disappeared into the abyss with any emotions I once had. They cannot be found again nor recreated. I refuse to be ****** into your vortex of lies.

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