I wish i could stop the bleeding, my heart hemorrhages a little more with every hole made. Those holes then crust over, forming a new brick that blocks me from feelings of old, feelings like love, respect, honor, & trust. I feel used even when i'm using, distrust even when i'm trusting, hate even when i'm loving. I feel this life is writing itself
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No real point, you're just the only person that would really understand.
So I told you.
The End.
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