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I am your paini wasn't supposed to love you, i wasn't supposed to care.
but most recently i have lived my life just wishing you were there.
i didn't want to fall, i didn't want to let go.
but now everything about you is all i want to know.
i said that i loved you, that you are my only one.
but in the end i found my love is like a gun.
i spit poison in my words, and venom in my look.
i sit here typing about my life titled "the open book"
just take a look around, read what what i have said.
what other lies did i say? what other false hope have i spread?
i don't like to to say i'm a player, no too much credit that doth give.
but how can i repent, will you ever be able to forgive?
the things i have done, i am not proud to say
all the tricks i played just to get a good lay.
i am a worthless person, there is a reason i am alone.
it's because if you sctatch away the bright surface not one ray of light has shown.
listen to me now i will tell you what to do.
if you get out now there is a chance i won't hurt
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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