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"Small, simple, safe price
Rise the wake and carry me with all of my regrets
This is not a small cut that scabs, and dries, and flakes, and heals
And I am not afraid to die
I'm not afraid to bleed, and fuck, and fight.
I want the pain of payment
What's left, but a section of pigmy size cuts
Much like a slew of a thousand unwanted fucks
Would you be my little cut?
Would you be my thousand fucks?
And make mark leaving space for the guilt to be liquid
To fill, and spill over, and under my thoughts
My sad, sorry, selfish cry out to the cutter
I'm cutting trying to picture your black broken heart
Love is not like anything
Especially a fucking knife"
The Used- I'm A Fake
So, I know the person I'm writing this about will not see this entry, because this person never comes online and LJ's it up anymore, but here is my feelings about this person...
- This person can always make me smile no matter what
- This person has always made me feel good about myself
- This person accepts me for who I am
- This person is one of the most trust worthy people I've ever meet
- This person is one of the most chill/cool people I've ever spent time with
- I could see this person every day of my life and never get sick of them
- This person is my dream come true
Will this person ever be mine? This person is the one I could see myself with, but I have to accept this persons choices in life and allow things to just flow the way they are meant to...
"I'm drowning, I just want to breathe again."