i was trying to remember your face, your voice, your eyes but my mind only thinks about getting shouted at, eyes paying no attention, a face that regrets owning me. i can't seem to see, hear, nor feel the vulgarity of those senses, the intimacy, rather. i may be too damned to forget but moving forward, it helps me progress. my own little life was fun, it was supposed to be. Arent they? quite crucial you'd ask. my fragility you opened, you thought you opened. actually was a wound waiting for love and patience but it was ripped off too soon only knowing i was just bleeding, or did you know or paid attention at all? maybe everything hurt so bad i forgot everything. living in a world i always have, not missing a thing i do not know of, may be i can get through this. maybe im more than thins of life. you dont get to blur my lines, my eyes. I need to cross my heart, my life, just to get by. I have to make the flowers grow even in the graveyard. i am. here and there. i will live and love. i'd get this. i would know this. i will try and try not to be the madman's love. Not to be the notorious obsessed with legacy who shines for the authorities or what you so called friends. i am not going to be in your ruins. I will live just like i should. Ive lived my life fully, scared but unhinged. I'll finish strong, alive and whatever and wherever my footsteps take me, i'll stay alive. Not for you but for me.
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