*some things go without being said
and some things leave in the same manner . . .
the door is still opened
i kicked it off of its hinges
what’s the point of having a door
if you keep it closed all the time
right . . ?
and what’s the point of having kevlar
if you’re too lazy to attach the straps
right . . ?
i have more attachment issues than hair on my head
because life has always left me cliffhanging off the ends of ellipses' . . .
i can’t be around people for extended periods
probably because they breath too much
and i would much rather be alone underwater
or at least deep enough to where light becomes afraid of dark
even though light never gave him a chance . . .
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