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[radiodecay]

you came back for seconds.
but, there was nothing to fill up on.
i went out side to smoke until i couldn't feel any longer.
but, i was lying.
i already couldn't feel anything.
we're all 'blah blah blah'ing' on the same
sob story about how we're all.
sad sad sad.
but, no.
i don't think you understand.
my impulses.
or my ideals.
because, there aren't any to pinpoint.
you could understand.
if you put yourself down the way that i do.
but, you're all so high and mighty down there.
and i tried to put you inside.
-inside of nothing.
but, it's so hard to do.
when i feel that everything is such a big something.
i should have stopped when i started.
but, such as life.
your wee baby hearts are so dependant.
and i wish i could be dependable.
but, each week theres a new flavor.
and it suddenly dies out the second my taste buds feel that it's
there.
monogomy should have been erased.
the second all of you came out to visit.
the elusive sara taylor.
better known now as sara TRAILOR.
i'm lower then low.
and times like these.
which is times that are NEVER ENDING.
i wonder why i give a fuck.
why it matters.
but, it doesn't.
my stomache is empty.
and i'm filling myself up with myself.
it's no big deal.
i've been doing this for years.
i just never thought it was necessary to note otherwise.
i'm either dead-or-dying.
be rational.
be gone.
be whatever you want.
most of all be here.
so, you can leave a note.
while i'm dead.
or dying.
while i'm sitting here crying.
i let my head roll back.
and i felt you sworm inside of me.
but, someone.
do something.
sara.
do something.