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you tore me away from reality with simple sentences and idiotic jokes you made me forget everything I didn't know what to think or what to do with myself. I guess I just ended up becoming yours. now you've broken everything you've broken everything and you expect me to pick up the pieces I will I can guarantee that but I can't guarantee that I will find all of the pieces some will be lost, maybe even broken smaller. some will have been stolen, by nightly visits or maybe close relatives and I know we might be able to get them back but I don't want to scrape my hands picking up the glass that you broke I don't want to work for something and go against people while you're sitting in your high chair waiting for some gratification I don't want my blood all over your floor when I know you're not even going to help I don't want to feel guilty or vulnerable when we talk but I guess that's how it goes because humans have needs that need to be fulfilled no matter how hard it is for someone else to fulfil it for them.
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
selfish
you tore me away from reality with simple sentences and idiotic jokes you made me forget everything I didn't know what to think or what to do with myself. I guess I just ended up becoming yours. now you've broken everything you've broken everything and you expect me to pick up the pieces I will I can guarantee that but I can't guarantee that I will find all of the pieces some will be lost, maybe even broken smaller. some will have been stolen, by nightly visits or maybe close relatives and I know we might be able to get them back but I don't want to scrape my hands picking up the glass that you broke I don't want to work for something and go against people while you're sitting in your high chair waiting for some gratification I don't want my blood all over your floor when I know you're not even going to help I don't want to feel guilty or vulnerable when we talk but I guess that's how it goes because humans have needs that need to be fulfilled no matter how hard it is for someone else to fulfil it for them.
I'm to blame for having emotions and caring too much about the little things.
hypochondria
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Jul 12, 2014
Jul 12, 2014 at 3:38 PM UTC
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