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Mar 2018
When does it stop...
When does it get easier...
The constant cycle of doing the same thing over and over again but in different ways... only to be fooled by results that aren't so different...

Maybe you are loosing all sense of time...

The constant battle of believing what your heart tells you is right or what your head tells you is wrong...

So much confusion...

When does the hurting stop...
When will you be kinder to yourself

You cut away at each part of your being hoping to replace what's left with someone different... someone new... something new...

It's almost like your life is a movie on fast forward and you are standing still
Walking in slow motion watching with this emptiness deep in the pit of your soul...
You yell and scream but no one hears...

You fight the noise inside your head to try and get one moment of clarity... One moment of peace but you are drowning in a sea of trama, lies, and deceit

You can't even trust yourself with your thoughts
What have you been telling... whispering so many fairytales to yourself
Which ones do you believe...

Numbness is all you feel while you stand still because feeling would mean more pain... more hurt...

So as you chip away at the shell of a person you use to be remember that all you really have left is yourself and the fear of just being...

Me, Myself, and I
My mind is a scary place... one should not be left alone with my thoughts...
Symbolic Beauty
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Symbolic Beauty  36/F/Some Place Called Home
(36/F/Some Place Called Home)   
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