i wanted to write, heck, i even tried but eventually the fire died inside. the girls wouldnt talk to me and my world collapsed. i tried to write to have control of something, but now nothing is in my power. now im here only because i like to read people's stuff.
and im going back to being quiet now.
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You make my heart bleed,/but I like blood,/so I guess it's okay./But you make my heart drip/out blood, but you give me/a bandaid. My lungs are/full of your lies and truth./and that's why I love and hate you.
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