About Feelings...
The window is open and I’m
laying in my bed, the chilling and cold night air leaving brief trails of meaningless kisses on my body. For
a moment put on some music, but it made me even sadder, so I turned it off.
Now I’m laying in silance
and thinking about the way I could have tuned out, when I was different. Oh,
and ihow it hurts wishing to be somebody else and always desiring to live
anoter live or no live at all, and how I wished to be loved, but I don’t want
anyone to see me. I wish and I wish more and less,but it never come true
because I standing in the way.
If I could give my own
life for peace I would fucking do it. I don’t know how to feel about it this
sharp pain in my heart and if the pain slowly fades away I can still feel it.
It’s still there it reminds me of thing I should forget.

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