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I painted you a story, and you tore it to pieces. The fairytale ending was to real for your imagination. These minutes together are shorter then seconds. Griping the fact that we are humans, I wonder why we are beings. I may seem crazy to an ordinary person because I'm just another ordinary guy. Things don't always have to be so dramatic. You break my heart. You son of a bitch! I either want to tear into your face, or rub it so gently. Quick! Get away while your still sane. I'll only fuck you up emotionally. I'm so fucked up myself. I'm ready to make the ending right. I can say so many words, but they have no meaning. The ending has to be perfect. This kid walks away from his friends that are playing soccer on the beach. "come be our friend," they yell at the top of their lungs. This kid is to deep to enjoy a simple game of soccer. He has way to much on his mind. On the top of the dunes he can see the sunset."What a perfect scene to paint with the blood from my heart." Dripping down his chest, blood hits the sand. Some things are worth dying for. If you cant get what you want then why live? We can always want newer and different things, but those things we never got will hurt us the rest of our short and simple lives.