SAVE ME PLS.


apatheticmy mind has become just a meeting place for zeros and for ones. i often wonder if it's only loneliness that i no longer miss. is it logical to drift between the lines of solitudinous bliss and monotonous existence when you could just raise a fist.apathetic


bad metaphors for bad shit.i know where you lye tonight. the silver fish may not speak of you, but i still do. i loved the way you would fightbad metaphors for bad shit.
with your fists - you crawled, not on your back.
no, not on your back.
fate is a load of shit. a word amongst men who know not who they are. i am a sick, sad child and i just want to show you how much i want you back.
i can not see, stay back. stay back from the edge my sweet. all i want is to take a
picture of your face
against the black doors of grace. i want to know if you wanted that.
ankle to my feet, &nb
woosh
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Everybody lies
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I dont understand-: Darling It's True
How could you forget what we had?
Its so wrong--------: Don't Die
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"A work of art is the trace of a magnificent struggle." -Robert Henri
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