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It's not the amount of love I show to you and prove to you that is overwhelming, it's the lack of love and respect you show to me and the staggering amount of your ******** I put up with. I believe you when you say you love me. I've believed you when you said you love me for the best four years. I believe when you say that we could never work out. Why ruin a good thing? After all, that is what we have: a good thing. So why am I so bitter? Why do I not allow myself to sleep at night? Not allow myself to put out the cigarette or stop myself from lighting the next? Why do I not stop myself from uncorking the bottle or chugging longingly. Why do I allow myself to be so angry at the world and at myself. I ******* hate everything. myself. you. the world. my parents. my friends. the ****** bands. the good bands. This constant state of nothingness is starting to weigh down on me so I fill it with the bottles. I fill it with the cigarettes and the hatred. You? Me? Why? After all, what we have is a good thing. Isn't it?
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Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
You (and Me?)
It's not the amount of love I show to you and prove to you that is overwhelming, it's the lack of love and respect you show to me and the staggering amount of your ******** I put up with. I believe you when you say you love me. I've believed you when you said you love me for the best four years. I believe when you say that we could never work out. Why ruin a good thing? After all, that is what we have: a good thing. So why am I so bitter? Why do I not allow myself to sleep at night? Not allow myself to put out the cigarette or stop myself from lighting the next? Why do I not stop myself from uncorking the bottle or chugging longingly. Why do I allow myself to be so angry at the world and at myself. I ******* hate everything. myself. you. the world. my parents. my friends. the ****** bands. the good bands. This constant state of nothingness is starting to weigh down on me so I fill it with the bottles. I fill it with the cigarettes and the hatred. You? Me? Why? After all, what we have is a good thing. Isn't it?
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jeremy-duff
Jul 31, 2012
Jul 31, 2012 at 11:59 PM UTC
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