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Chloe Dec 7
I just want someone who will love me like i love me. Put my makeup on when im sad, do my hair when i feel exhausted. See me for who i aspire to be. Not my feelings, but who I am. See the rot i have in my heart and heal me. As i try to do for others. Because i do love myself. But who will love the unloved.
Chloe Dec 7
Why do i feel so much, yet seem to feel the wrong things.
Chloe Nov 19
You're explosive, everyone knows that.
But when it comes to me, you cool down,
just like the arctic, stagnate.

you are so temperamental i draw a fever. . .
Chloe Nov 18
I still remember you, the fragment of you in my mind. Still laughing, still loving me. Our hearts still beating at the same pace. I have done wrong upon you. But please, remember my promise, my unconditional love. Still, boundless. My love.
Chloe Nov 18
All the rage, sadness, numbness, and miserable feelings don't stop. They never stop. Through my whole essence, it will never be cast away. Forever leaking from my bones. Grief. Sorrow. Broken. Never restoring, Incessant. In my soul.
I will endlessly be Fragmented...
Chloe Nov 16
You, You're The reason this nonstop voice is always yelling. Always screaming to get out. Never silent, never happy with anything. Everlasting sorrow and despair. Enraged with the lack of life. Ripping the soul out of my being, tearing my brain and molecules to bits and pieces. Never content with where your at, stop doing this to me. Stop thinking about every single bad thing there is to possibly think about. Making me dred every wake up and every sleep. The awful thoughts of everything all at once, all the time.
Chloe Nov 15
When we met, i couldn't get enough. I was speechless with love, emotion, affection. I was submerged  with warmth and feeling. We were the happiest people in a room full of heartthrob, but i thought it would of been durable. I always knew i would find you, someday i knew someone would flatter me just like you did. Make me feel like nothing bad could ever happen. Now i get it. I understand how people must rot in their love. Just like everyone else, Im sinking into my own mind, my soul. My own body and brain. My mush of feelings overcoming everything i do. Why can't we of lasted, we expired, like the dairy in our hearts molding. Crusting over into an endless emotionless, numbing sensation. Never curing, Never getting thrown away until the last breath. Everlasting senselessness. Maybe we'll get reborn. Meet again, creating a loop of time. Maybe we'll be happy again. When Im done, maybe the detached will become reattached. When Im done, Maybe you'll still be there, Lingering.

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