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how are you? the constant question i'm assailed with how are you? the only answer i've come up with: horrible awful heart & soul broken viciously violently depressed worst i've ever been & worse every day hate my self hate my life wish i was dead my inner self is begging to be someone else it's not the first time just the worst time becuz she wasn't first love just first LOVE the thing is as much as i wanted a billion years of youth together many millions of much's more what i wanted was our forever together and at 85 You would have made me feel just as alive and still nervous & excited and been beautiful and twirled whirled my soul **** You didn't want me even one more day so You nicely crumpled me and threw me away it turns out forever is 7 months then it's a lot of never for the rest of my months and the violence of awakening (a demon thirst with no slaking) will be ripping ragged holes in my soul far more than 7 months after me heart was torn apart so how am i? me, whose every day begins and ends with a sobbing cry i am hopeful hope full or actually i'm me, its absolute opposite.... (please stop asking)
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
how am i?
how are you? the constant question i'm assailed with how are you? the only answer i've come up with: horrible awful heart & soul broken viciously violently depressed worst i've ever been & worse every day hate my self hate my life wish i was dead my inner self is begging to be someone else it's not the first time just the worst time becuz she wasn't first love just first LOVE the thing is as much as i wanted a billion years of youth together many millions of much's more what i wanted was our forever together and at 85 You would have made me feel just as alive and still nervous & excited and been beautiful and twirled whirled my soul **** You didn't want me even one more day so You nicely crumpled me and threw me away it turns out forever is 7 months then it's a lot of never for the rest of my months and the violence of awakening (a demon thirst with no slaking) will be ripping ragged holes in my soul far more than 7 months after me heart was torn apart so how am i? me, whose every day begins and ends with a sobbing cry i am hopeful hope full or actually i'm me, its absolute opposite.... (please stop asking)
ohnoe
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Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 5:52 AM UTC
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