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forget about me
but don't forget about me
because if you forget me
i'll die
i'm like tinkerbell
if you stop believing in me
i'll die
if you forget about me
i'll die
but i want you to forget about me
so i can have peace
and try to forget about you
you need to get out of my head
please
i can't evict you
i don't have that kind of strength
so i need you to remove yourself
i need you to metaphorically die
so i know you won't come back to life
like you've been doing
stay dead
stay away
stop making me fall apart
every time you say
                                                                ­     **hello
What. The actual. ****.
I bite my nails
when I'm nervous
but I took what I had
and painted them red
to match my blood.

They say red is a sensual color
They say it is ****.
But all I see in red
Is blood and drowned hopes and pain,
But maybe pain is ****.
It's oh so beautiful for the sadist to watch me fall apart.
Two vowels
one word,
two eyes
one world.

"Hello", you said,
as you caught me blushing
under a cherry blossom tree

Little did we know
that it was the start;
cupid's arrow went straight through my heart
Because darling, I knew,
you'll take my hand
and take the world in two's.

-PMT
Entry no. 1: Hello!

Everything starts at hello. So as I thought I should. I hope you, yes you, lovely stranger, would come and take an adventure with me. And it all starts with this. (And the follow button perhaps - I am totally new to this thing). Thank you.
Some          times
I    want    to    kiss    you
as   much   as   I   want   to   knock
your        teeth        out,
darling.
Supposed to be in the shape of lips. Whatever.
You infuriating intoxication.
I
h
a
v
e
f
e
e
l
i
n
g
s
that
form
thou
ghts,
that
form
words,
that          form
sente            ­     nces,
that                       form
rope,                         which
ties                               itself
into a                            noose.
Your                         ­     words
are also                    a rope,
that saves me from
drowning.
Sorry if you can't read it.
Kinda.
When I was younger                                              
And more ignorant
                                              And blindly happy
I read
The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Now that I'm older
And unceasingly depressed
It all
Makes so much more
Sense
That annoying, perky, happy person?
Yeah, that used to be me.
- - -
It's not that I didn't understand the book,
I just couldn't quit relate to it back then.
I get it now. I get it all.
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