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I don't really have anything to say.
The words aren't coming out right.
The pictures aren't in my head.
I'm forgetting your voice.



No I'm not, I'm just trying to.

I can't remember for the life of me where this scar and this scar and these scars came from.
I've got too many to count.
I've got noisey voices in my head.
DO this
Do that
Don't tell him about the hospitals.
Please don't let your wrist band slip
Cause if he sees the scars, he'll think you're a nutcase,
And bail out.

Just like everyone else.


When the sun sets in the evening, and I wake up to face the night.
Where will you be?
Who will you be with.


Why do I care?

you're a thousand miles away and I shouldn't give a rats a** about you.

You're reading this, I know you are.

********.


Thanks for ruining my ******** life.




"The radio aches a little tune that tells the story of what the night is thinking, its thinking of love, it's thinking of stabbing us in the heart and kindly throwing us in the dumpster after."