| i am trying to make us work. i am trying to put the pieces back together. i am holding on for dear life. |
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| my heart is slowly breaking. |
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| i wish i could say i have self-respect. actually, i had so much respect for myself until i met the monster. he ruined my life, just for your information. this different "he" says i'm a slut at heart. i beg to differ. the past is the past. old "he" man oh man. he took me down to a place called rock bottom, and i couldn't get out. i'm actually working my way up, new "he" sometimes takes me a step backward, sometimes he brings me closer to the light. to conclude and to get back on track, i wish i could truly say i have self-respect. |
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| i could hear the bells from my bedroom. the clock had just hit 12. i stared out of my 4th floor window and admired what was laid out before me. the buildings look so much nicer at night, vegas doesn't look so bad from this level. i sat and i sat and i sat. i stared and i stared and i stared.... and then, i jumped.
i'm free |
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| reasons why i am fat:
1. i have rolls
2. i have chub hanging off my swim shorts
3. my face is larger
you, you toar my heart out. what are you? a heart eater, yes that must be it. you seduce women. your voice, oh so soft at the right moments and to no surprise, persistent the next. yes, you grabbed my heart and took everything from me. my life, love, emotions, all of which were gone in a second. but i have only myself to blame, so oblivious and blinded by a well practiced routine used by yours truly, whore. indeed i cared but that was before i met your evil twin, he shown through that smile of yours so clear, crystal. i knew, yes i knew what your intentions were but the little adolescent fuck up wouldn't listen to her own instincts. i would never survive in the wild. |
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