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#im-sorry
The freezing Burning On my wrist My hand goes numb My heart beats fast This isn't what I want But I guess I can settle
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 3:02 PM UTC
Salt and Ice
I miss you, I truly do... I miss talking to you, hearing your laugh, and seeing your smile... I miss your kisses, and warm embraces... I don't get jealous to see one with another, but yet with you it's different, I'm jealous, I miss you, I love you... .... I'm sorry.... For everything ); </3
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Jan 15, 2016
Jan 15, 2016 at 8:56 PM UTC
Untitled
Would anyone really notice if I die? Would anyone really care? Does anyone notice the slits on my arm? Does anyone see the pain inside me? I contemplate suicide, and death.... and whether it should be slow and painful, or if should be quick and painless... Do I live? Or, do I die? That is my question. I think of my past pain, and depression. I think of the present, and the future... Does any of it even matter anymore? Do I even matter anymore? All I am is a disappointment to everyone, and I hurt them, without knowing it. So, do I live? or, do I die? I choose....
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Aug 20, 2015
Aug 20, 2015 at 9:48 AM UTC
To live or To die... that is the question.
I... I'm .. I.. I'm sorry please forgive me. I don't know what I've done but I think I broke you. and I understand your life is a roller coster and that Sometimes existing is too much of a weight to bear And I get the fact your walk in closet Is  stuffed to the brim with the skeletons of your past And I understand. that those useless bags of flesh and bones keep trying to come back to life and crawl out of the back door and into your mind but I cant help feel that im to blame, And I know im not.. but I think I broke you and I know my well timed excuses threw a spanner in the tracks of your roller coster but I thought i was going o.k. And I know the grip i have on you isn't deadly... but ive realised that you are nowhere near mine.. you can walk away at any moment and im still the one at fault. but I love  you you cought me in both arms when The only other option was to land on my  face so please dont let me fall now all This time i thought you where a porcelain doll.. who knew i was made of craft paper
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Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 5:32 PM UTC
us souls, fragile creatures.