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i dont know if i can trust him... this mornings been rad but i dont knwo if its cause theres people here or cause he actually enjoys being with me... hmmm
he did "get" a number last night... he showed me it though... some "drunk girl wrote it there" and yet he didnt know til after.... right like you cant tell when someone grabs your hand and writes on you
he tried to read my journal the other day(my hand written one) no one reads that. I mean no one. He made me let him read one page... things were about him but i said i didnt knwo what they were about they were just thoughts in my head... yea riiiight. everything i think about has to do with him. that needs to stop.
it felt like such an invasion when he read it i wanted to run away and hide. since he already knows and im sure 5873254 people do too by now why not let you guys know....
"remeber what you loved most about me?
what was it again?
the warmth in my eyes?
my gentleness?
my willingness to help everyone and everything?
my'delightful way of making things seem better than it is'?
was that it?
to bad thats all gone
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An empty vessle
a big gapping hole in my chest
remember when i used to have a soul?
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everythings ben taken from me
stripped down to the flesh
with me standing here naked and shivering....
will you accept me now?
yea im psycho i know... theres a lot more shit in there 50x more fucked up than any of that