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it's bitter, but it's good you know what i mean? Take the good with the bad, that sort of thing. I don't know... Your lips are soft. and maybe its good how much I've been hurt 'cus the next time I fall it won't hurt half as bad. I'm getting better, I think. One day at a time. But sometimes, I walk back into the dark closet in the very back of my mind, and let the skeletons and monsters out, just for a second. but sometimes, those monsters, they have a way of taking over. I should just stop going back there. I've got a problem with letting go, and with missing people. I can't lose my grip. I want to be your anchor, something to ground you but not to hold you down. I am searching.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
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it's bitter, but it's good you know what i mean? Take the good with the bad, that sort of thing. I don't know... Your lips are soft. and maybe its good how much I've been hurt 'cus the next time I fall it won't hurt half as bad. I'm getting better, I think. One day at a time. But sometimes, I walk back into the dark closet in the very back of my mind, and let the skeletons and monsters out, just for a second. but sometimes, those monsters, they have a way of taking over. I should just stop going back there. I've got a problem with letting go, and with missing people. I can't lose my grip. I want to be your anchor, something to ground you but not to hold you down. I am searching.
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Mar 20, 2017
Mar 20, 2017 at 9:29 PM UTC
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