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It hurts because you know everything about me. Everything I struggle with. Everything that looms over my head from sun up to sun down, Like a giant storm cloud, Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You know the stuff that whirls around in my head Like a tornado, Destroying everything inside of me. Why do you use this stuff against me? Why do you feel the need to throw it all back in my face until it burns? I've been trying to pull myself out of this hole for years, Only to have you dig me even deeper into the ground. My psychiatrist says I should eliminate all the bad from my life. So I decided to take her advice, And I'm starting with you. That's why I have your bags packed And the front door wide open. I finally have the courage to say I'm done. I'm done with your **** And to be honest, I really don't care if you have a nice life. Just get out of mine.
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
Epiphany.
It hurts because you know everything about me. Everything I struggle with. Everything that looms over my head from sun up to sun down, Like a giant storm cloud, Waiting for the perfect moment to strike. You know the stuff that whirls around in my head Like a tornado, Destroying everything inside of me. Why do you use this stuff against me? Why do you feel the need to throw it all back in my face until it burns? I've been trying to pull myself out of this hole for years, Only to have you dig me even deeper into the ground. My psychiatrist says I should eliminate all the bad from my life. So I decided to take her advice, And I'm starting with you. That's why I have your bags packed And the front door wide open. I finally have the courage to say I'm done. I'm done with your **** And to be honest, I really don't care if you have a nice life. Just get out of mine.
Wild-Youth
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Jul 31, 2014
Jul 31, 2014 at 10:43 PM UTC
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