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the saddest week of the saddest birthday ever

by @LucidLucy

Damn traffic for taking too much time on your hands. Damn those happy couples passing by your way. Damn that stupid shirt you always get to wear out of hundreds of shit shirts. Damn that person you dont want to see on the worst day but you see anyway. Damn your pride when it's too tall to fall. Damn older people for not understanding but were never short on judging. Damn your friends when they are too selfish and stupid most of the time. Damn yourself for always giving a damn. Damn this feeling that should have not stayed but never bother leave today. Damn my heart would one day just explode with all these madness. Damn you when I cant find you. Damn you when I wanted just one touch from you. Damn what would I do if I was still able to hold you. Damn me for taking myself for granted. Damn myself for being the bitch that is unwanted. Damn me for not putting much effort. Damn me for not being a good sport. Damn me for loving myself way too short. Damn this sadness that's eating me whole. Damn today I've never felt this alone.
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LucidLucy
Published
Nov 28, 2016
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2m
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my eyes do not well with tears. i'm too weak to face my fears. i am built of stone cold exterior and shattered glass interior. i'm afraid i'd break down one of these days. so I pray that these words turn to a big smiley face.

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