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Some people fight for things that run. Some people lose things that are done, but I can't help it. I can't help that there's a voice, a calling. Even if I try, there's always someone who would rather die. I'm okay, really, but weirdly, I'd rather keep this pain in a frame, then tell you. Living in a suicidal box isn't a top-notch luxury. It's when you don't seem to care. You don't care to dare the impossible. Because if you die, no one can lie. The mindset of this creature haunts my moments, never letting go of my wrist. Some people lose things that are done. I am that one.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
Mindset
Some people fight for things that run. Some people lose things that are done, but I can't help it. I can't help that there's a voice, a calling. Even if I try, there's always someone who would rather die. I'm okay, really, but weirdly, I'd rather keep this pain in a frame, then tell you. Living in a suicidal box isn't a top-notch luxury. It's when you don't seem to care. You don't care to dare the impossible. Because if you die, no one can lie. The mindset of this creature haunts my moments, never letting go of my wrist. Some people lose things that are done. I am that one.
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Mar 2, 2018
Mar 2, 2018 at 10:07 AM UTC
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