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i promise i am trying trying my hardest to mend myself but it's hard to do when my hands were never steady my movements always too heavy like the weight of a million failed attempts at trying to get two puzzle pieces that aren't meant for each other to fit my words used to run like waterfalls undisturbed by man-made machines until the people in my past commanded me to construct a dam but my aching hands could not build it properly and now my words come in constant incoherent sputters i have always been my own downfall even when my downfall was you because i ignored the warning signs that you would steal every piece of my puzzle and try to make it fit with yours and when you gave up i tried to pry yours away and make them fit because i couldn't feel anything when you weren't beating me to a pulp of cardboard and tears and now my entire body aches with this emptiness that i cannot fill myself but i have someone who is perfectly willing to help me dig myself from this grave i'll be okay she'll make sure i am but i need her to leave a little piece something to remind me that the biggest wounds leave the biggest scars and they always tell a big story
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
gauze
i promise i am trying trying my hardest to mend myself but it's hard to do when my hands were never steady my movements always too heavy like the weight of a million failed attempts at trying to get two puzzle pieces that aren't meant for each other to fit my words used to run like waterfalls undisturbed by man-made machines until the people in my past commanded me to construct a dam but my aching hands could not build it properly and now my words come in constant incoherent sputters i have always been my own downfall even when my downfall was you because i ignored the warning signs that you would steal every piece of my puzzle and try to make it fit with yours and when you gave up i tried to pry yours away and make them fit because i couldn't feel anything when you weren't beating me to a pulp of cardboard and tears and now my entire body aches with this emptiness that i cannot fill myself but i have someone who is perfectly willing to help me dig myself from this grave i'll be okay she'll make sure i am but i need her to leave a little piece something to remind me that the biggest wounds leave the biggest scars and they always tell a big story
sometimes I think I'm okay but sometimes it still hurts to breath. that means I'm human right?
zzzydrate
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Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 4:33 AM UTC
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