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the reasons to stay here are slowly depleting, due to my obligatory departure in september. i'll spend the next few days crying and then the next few confused and the next few on the hardest drug i can find that won't kill me. oh woe is me, again, and without means to destroy this common crashing together of organs, i suppose i can just sit and wait this one out.
christ, it's been so long since this eerie knot in my chest has surfaced, the nervousness of heartache has kept me pretty well protected for longer then i can remember.
ironic, to think that our demise was the fault of our affection. and her sense of the future leaves me drenched in this bitterness and her ignorantly washing her hands.
christ, it's been so long since this eerie knot in my chest has surfaced, the nervousness of heartache has kept me pretty well protected for longer then i can remember.
ironic, to think that our demise was the fault of our affection. and her sense of the future leaves me drenched in this bitterness and her ignorantly washing her hands.