You still have this way of haunting me, even though you're still breathing. And there are some times I wish you weren't, but there are others when all I want is just to share one more breath, and be done with it. You all crowd my head, and you cloud my vision, and I can't see what is staring me right in the face. I'm all choked up and you're doing just fine, but I wish I wasn't and I wish you weren't, and I wish I knew just what I wanted.
I don't want any of this.
I don't want any of you.
Just stop.
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- âme en feu
- I write because it's something I don't need to do, but can pass off as productive. Oh and I rather enjoy it.
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