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Jul 2015
I drown in sadness
I don't let go
It's my curse
The curse of strings
Tied so tightly they choke me
I can't break the bonds
No matter how I try
I am caught in a web
Of memories
Of hope
Of dreams
Of the past
Cut short
By me
I am a knife
A knife that can't cut myself loose
Only scare away
I threaten, I menace
Yet I remain bonded

I suppose even the sharpest blades have their limits
For the guy who introduced me to anime, the guy who sat across from me for the first time two years ago, the guy who made me feel awful about myself, the guy that made me feel stupid, the guy that made me feel better, the guy who let me take him to see an awful and cliche christian film, the guy who wore number seven, the guy I really ******* up with, the guy who opened up to me in December in a google doc when we were supposed to be doing a history project but ending up having a six or so hour conversation, the guy with the most incredible and captivating eyes (blue or other wise) I've seen to date...

Please forgive me for being lonely and stupid and dumb and inconsiderate and pushy and emotional and rude and sick. I'm tired of one of us being mad at the other, can we just be friends? I haven't been able to stop thinking about how I keep ******* everything up with you.

Please give me another chance.
WickedHope
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WickedHope  27/F/Not Boston, Almost Hell
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