• i hate the sound of my own voice screaming stupid words, everything, louder i'm sorry, so sorry, it's not really my fault i'm fucked in the head, i'm sick in the mind i can't be held responsible for my actions until they started yelleing, tonight was amazing we sung on a picnic table, wished on stars in the sky i'd tell you my wish but htne it can;t come true i'd tell you the truth but then i'd turn into a flame this ache to be loved digs deeper through my toes i cling to the ground but it's not enough he is leaving no matter which way i slice it i still see the pretty colors of sunset red blood maybe tomorow, we can go running hey remember when...? he tries not to, but i wish that he does i want him to see the ways that he made me i want him to cry for every tear that i've bled when he goes, i don't know what will happen to me i define myself mostly as his other half today, when the walls felt so dull in my bed, i missed him so hard i felt him break inside of me "listen to you, you're really losing it" yea i know she swears she's insane but the pain in her veins slips away i wish i was crazy enough to have hallucinations imaginary friends, to keep me company take me to antarctica mr. lies i want to see the hole in the fucking ozone layer

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