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so this is where it ends still drunk, in a shabby room with half full bottles of liquor last night stuck in your hair, glitter like snowflakes of a single night out’s winter this is where it ends heart broken, shattered in two hung up and longing two years after his name a poison on your lips you refuse to stop tasting this is where it ends wallowing in dreadful self-loathing, contemplating your idle blues, your black hole of sadness the smile you wear is but a painful reminder this is where it ends with your small group of girls, fellow high heeled warriors lip glossed and pretty, shiny hair and perfect skin dressed to the nines, miraculously young and fearless intelligent, outspoken and strong and far from empty too broken to do anything but go on more nights will be filled with hollow, tinkling laughter more nights will be spent lying on floors than waiting in towers all because you forgot them all your forgot his harsh whisper you made up you mind and decided “i love me” and laughed at the sheer terror, the insanity, the undeniable ridiculousness at the end there is just you this is where it ends this is where it ends This is where it ends
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Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
This is where it ends
so this is where it ends still drunk, in a shabby room with half full bottles of liquor last night stuck in your hair, glitter like snowflakes of a single night out’s winter this is where it ends heart broken, shattered in two hung up and longing two years after his name a poison on your lips you refuse to stop tasting this is where it ends wallowing in dreadful self-loathing, contemplating your idle blues, your black hole of sadness the smile you wear is but a painful reminder this is where it ends with your small group of girls, fellow high heeled warriors lip glossed and pretty, shiny hair and perfect skin dressed to the nines, miraculously young and fearless intelligent, outspoken and strong and far from empty too broken to do anything but go on more nights will be filled with hollow, tinkling laughter more nights will be spent lying on floors than waiting in towers all because you forgot them all your forgot his harsh whisper you made up you mind and decided “i love me” and laughed at the sheer terror, the insanity, the undeniable ridiculousness at the end there is just you this is where it ends this is where it ends This is where it ends
at the end of every road, all you're really left with is yourself so you just have to love yourself.
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alxithymia
Jan 8, 2014
Jan 8, 2014 at 3:33 AM UTC
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