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i have this crazy thought that if i don't talk about what has happened, then maybe it will just pass over. maybe my feelings will just subside faster. maybe i'll be okay with it sooner. so i'm not going to say how shitty everything has been because i honestly don't want to see it in words. doesn't make sense? oh well, i don't make sense lately either.
you said you'd always remember who i am, but you can't forget what you never knew. because THIS IS ME. and you wouldn't notice these words even if i carved them into my arms and bled this honesty out onto the floor in front of you. does this make you happy? does this make you happy? my eyes are screaming and all this silence is spilling out of my mouth like bullets, but you can't see this. no, you. can't. see. this.
you say that i don't see it, well i do, i'm just simply denying it.