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if i had the answers for her, i'd give them easily. my thoughts are sluts, desperate to take their clothes off and be liked better for it. but who really likes a slut? that's where this is going anyway..
i want to tell her so many things, but i think it might be better if i didn't give her something to relate to. my experiences and dreams are under the pavement. i fought to put them there. and i don't know if i'm any better off for it. but we can say they're nearly forgotten. i don't even remember the truth anymore.
and i'm not sure how good any of it is. so most of what's inside me is just meant to be ignored.
don't worry, i suppose i'd say none of this was ever supposed to happen. and miraculously, that would be enough. knowing that injustice and nightmares aren't the way of the world, they're just both anomalies.
i want to tell her so many things, but i think it might be better if i didn't give her something to relate to. my experiences and dreams are under the pavement. i fought to put them there. and i don't know if i'm any better off for it. but we can say they're nearly forgotten. i don't even remember the truth anymore.
and i'm not sure how good any of it is. so most of what's inside me is just meant to be ignored.
don't worry, i suppose i'd say none of this was ever supposed to happen. and miraculously, that would be enough. knowing that injustice and nightmares aren't the way of the world, they're just both anomalies.