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11:11She picks up the knife...11:11
looking all around at the molecules that make up her complete, yet tattered memory, trying to convince herself that it's worth it, and that it isn't worth living.
The wasted days:
time that means nothing.
"Just run the blade across your skin for the last time. Why cant you do it? ...because your a fucking pussy."
All of this means nothing.
NOTHING.
NOTHING.
Just molecules, just colors, just waves...
nothingness.
The point of this destruction?
...[.this.suicide.]...
...to prove to
Giving UpTo stop does not mean to give up I simply need to heal my wounds To stop the blood from flowing I’m giving myself a chance to liveGiving Up
My thoughts are not your thoughts Neither my wants your wants But who is wrong Is there a right
I can understand your words But am unable to express my own We discuss and attempt But can never agree
I want you near me, beside me But you misunderstand my meaning I cry and ache for your presence But I do not wish for your heart
Perhaps I am incapable of love A beautiful cold empty sh
Bit about us.
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I live in the land of crime and love
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For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
[link]
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The tained fog billows from my breathe, Hell fire burns in my eyes, Bees nest in my heart, Maggots crawl through my veins. The earth burns & dies under my feet, the wind moans in pain as my hate scorches the air. Twisted & sick is my vision. I am Evil.
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So... do you come here often?
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