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If I decide to take it out on the world tonight, it’s safe to say that it’s just what the world had coming. I’ve never been good at holding these things inside my head for too long; somebody always comes along and drags it all out into the open. If I decide to speak my mind tonight, it’s just because my tongue is so raw from biting down on it every other sentence, it’s just because no one was ever very good at saying goodbye on their way out the door. I’m sick of playing a million different games and I’m tired of learning a new set of rules every day. If I decide to speak my mind tonight, maybe you all had it coming, maybe my sentences will stop being fragile and I will learn to crush bones with them instead. Or maybe, I’ll wake up tomorrow, put on a new air sew my lips shut, and the world will keep on knocking me flat and eventually I’ll become accustomed to wearing stitches on my lips like the mark of subordination; eventually, in the name of self defense I think we all learn how to care a little less.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
lesson one in learning not to care
If I decide to take it out on the world tonight, it’s safe to say that it’s just what the world had coming. I’ve never been good at holding these things inside my head for too long; somebody always comes along and drags it all out into the open. If I decide to speak my mind tonight, it’s just because my tongue is so raw from biting down on it every other sentence, it’s just because no one was ever very good at saying goodbye on their way out the door. I’m sick of playing a million different games and I’m tired of learning a new set of rules every day. If I decide to speak my mind tonight, maybe you all had it coming, maybe my sentences will stop being fragile and I will learn to crush bones with them instead. Or maybe, I’ll wake up tomorrow, put on a new air sew my lips shut, and the world will keep on knocking me flat and eventually I’ll become accustomed to wearing stitches on my lips like the mark of subordination; eventually, in the name of self defense I think we all learn how to care a little less.
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 9:08 PM UTC
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