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I am too full. At capacity. Feeling seeps from my seams like radiation from a faulty nuclear reactor. Meltdown. A slow motion disaster. You have a death wish I'll do the trick, but something else might **** you faster. You are so empty. So impotent. Like trying to start a fire when the wood is wet. Like soil devoid of nutrients. Like a house no one has lived in. Curtains drawn across your eyes like something is hiding, but open those shades and there's nothing inside you. Just uncomfortable silence Unending. Honestly, you meant nothing to me. You were just a lie I told myself so that I could sleep. In complete truth, I meant nothing to you. There is no meaning in anything that you do.
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
No Goodbye Necessary
I am too full. At capacity. Feeling seeps from my seams like radiation from a faulty nuclear reactor. Meltdown. A slow motion disaster. You have a death wish I'll do the trick, but something else might **** you faster. You are so empty. So impotent. Like trying to start a fire when the wood is wet. Like soil devoid of nutrients. Like a house no one has lived in. Curtains drawn across your eyes like something is hiding, but open those shades and there's nothing inside you. Just uncomfortable silence Unending. Honestly, you meant nothing to me. You were just a lie I told myself so that I could sleep. In complete truth, I meant nothing to you. There is no meaning in anything that you do.
#breakup
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Sep 18, 2015
Sep 18, 2015 at 3:53 AM UTC
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