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i tell myself that if we are fighting so hard
then there's obviously something worth fighting for.

right?

am honestly beginning to think its appalling how much i can sleep when faced with a lack of activities to entertain myself with ( Read more... )

hurt
hurting.

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so the thunderstorm that was brewing finally erupted leaving a mass of destruction in its wake.
gingerly i pick through the rubble
hands caked in mud and dirt.
amidst the debris i see:
tires, clothes, body parts.
an arm, a limp, lungs.
but the heart.
where is my heart?

oh, yes.
that i have already willingly given.
that which you have taken.