I hate feeling like this, I even missed christmas.
I feel so helpless, so weak.
Through the fevered dreams and really just feeling like I'm going to die, I ended up talking to myself in a sort of void byond sleep.
I don't know what's real or not right now.
I feel very emotionless.
I'm going back to bed.
So tired.
I just want to bring everybody down with me.
be seeing you?
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On a hill top, on a cold night, watching the moon, I dream my dreams, live my lies and die my deaths.
1 comment:
Looks like you took my advice on the poetry structure. Right on.
Looks like you didn't take my advice on being a whiney little emo. I hate you. You suck.
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