entirely okaythere are so many battles that i'm not up to fighting anymoreentirely okay
there are so many things that i don't bother saying
they're rotting in the back of my mouth blistering my tongue up
nothing hurt more,
and take it from a girl, who has felt the cold of
fourty
for hours
forgive me for my tangents;
than heari
Old friendsOld friends
Hello old friends.
You're back. Have I missed you?
You're coping mechanisms, of course I have. Reality isn't a problem,
it's me.
She always said I had an amazing creativity. You have no clue. You're breaking down my fourth wall, and I'm scared, but it's of myself, does that still work?
I'm not crazy, no, I don't think so,
I'm a child with an overactive imagination.
An imagination that drowns every centi-fucking-metre cubed of my positivity
&nbs
three voicesThe first, is a gentle whisper; telling me to hold on.three voices
someday,
I will be great.
The second is assertive, euphoric, even, assuring;
someday,
I will have a family.
The third, screams at me, deafening my thoughts
from the most inner core of my mind,
daring me to
hit the car. to let go. because I will
never be as good as &
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