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Jan 2015
MY HEAD IS POUNDING AND PUSHING AND SEARCHING FOR A WAY OUT OF LOVING YOU. IM BOWING UNDER THE PRESSURE OF CARING SO MUCH AND GETTING SO LITTLE IN RETURN. PLEASE JUST PUT ME OUT OF MY MISERY ITS JUST LIKE KILLING A WOUNDED ANIMALβ€” SURE ITLL HURT (ME, AND I CAN HARDLY FEEL ANYMORE ANYWAY) BUT I WONT BE SUFFERING ANY LONGER.

WHEN I FIRST LOVED YOU IT WAS BECAUSE MY TEARS WERE THE CHILD OF THAT DEAFENING HUMOR OF YOURS (HOW MANY TIMES DID YOU MAKE ME LAUGH? ENOUGH TO MAKE ME FALL IN LOVE) BUT NOW I CRY MYSELF TO SLEEP, DRUNK, THINKING ABOUT THE TIMES YOU MADE ME FEEL BEAUTIFUL. IM NOT, NOT ANYMORE, NOT ENOUGH, AT LEAST, BECAUSE TASTES CHANGE AND IM SORRY I CANT KEEP UP SO JUST PUT THE ******* BULLET IN MY HEAD, MY LOVE, BECAUSE NOTHING STOPS A HEAD(HEART)ACHE LIKE DEATH.
Poor grammar and all caps because sometimes when you're a little bruised and lovesick you just gotta scream onto paper right
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