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my future feels like mascara dripping down my panicked face quietly imminent i never forgot the way he laughed at me that day 7 months ago and though my switchblade heart moves forward into what will be i feel myself retrograde into his closed arms and although good days seem bright and scintillescent and the space feels infinite, full of hope i still feel myself retrograde into who i once was because doubt is not a skin that is easily shed i retrograde because moving forward feels like constriction feels like stepping into an icebox on a winter day i retrograde because my mind is so broken that backwards is the only way to move on.
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
Retrograde
my future feels like mascara dripping down my panicked face quietly imminent i never forgot the way he laughed at me that day 7 months ago and though my switchblade heart moves forward into what will be i feel myself retrograde into his closed arms and although good days seem bright and scintillescent and the space feels infinite, full of hope i still feel myself retrograde into who i once was because doubt is not a skin that is easily shed i retrograde because moving forward feels like constriction feels like stepping into an icebox on a winter day i retrograde because my mind is so broken that backwards is the only way to move on.
#love#suicide#future#sadness#depressed#anxiety#hope#boy#crush#romantic
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Apr 15, 2016
Apr 15, 2016 at 9:38 PM UTC
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