i would say i think i'm dying, but i've said that too many times in my life for it to have any meaning.
there was the boy who cried wolf,
i am the girl who cried dying.
I've almost missed this desprate anguish.
almost.
sometimes i wonder if there is no reason for it, if i only feel it because i used to feel it.
like nostalgia of pain.
makes sense, no?
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