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i’m so concerned about the ending i don’t even know the plot
i’ll start it off by saying i’m not one for the complaining you wouldn’t know it from my writing you wouldn’t know it from my songs but i am different, i am free i am what you need but oh my god, i miss you more than i thought was possible i understood the obstacles but you could have tried more because sometimes it seems, i need a mom more than i need to eat so i didn’t eat and i didn’t sleep, i’d go all day without a bite and that’s not my fault and i’ll admit sometimes my chest gets so tight that i throw fits you said you’d always be there, where are you through all of this? because this is hard, this is way harder than i thought i’m so concerned about the ending that i don’t even know the plot except for i am different, i am free i am what you need so you think of all the things that make you sad and don’t include them in your better half because i’m not like you i don’t find happiness in a meaningless existence i don’t know what i’m going to do but i am different, i am free i am what you need and yeah, i believe that there’s a god i believe that there is something out there other than my thoughts i believe it was never science against religion it wasn’t poor against wealth It was always me against myself and i’m so scared who’s going to win because i wake up feeling so shitty it’s been so long since you’ve been with me i don’t know where this old body’s going to go or my soul but i know i am different, i am free i am what you need
you had a panic attack in my bathroom
you used to come up for air through a sea of other people, just hoping they don't notice that you are leaving again. you're leaving again. and i can't believe it's true, there are people like you. with the same heart, and the same marks on our bodies.
did everything feel beautiful when you let go of the idea of being anything at all? and you can't believe it's true, there are people like you. when i held you in my bathroom – i felt new.
you are the coffin
I am doing just fine, thank you I know how much you like to keep in touch so you can talk about it and you said, who was that, who were you talking to? is that the reason you're too scared to go downtown? and talk about it. she said it's my own body, I did what I wanted ever since god made me bleed he is a pedophile, you are the coffin and you're the reason that I can't breathe I'll sleep inside of your chest and fight those thoughts in your head some say we should take a rest I think I'd rather be dead her own body, she did what she wanted ever since god made her bleed if he's a pedophile you are a monster and you're the reason that I can't sleep
you said okay
it all started with closed eyes and a feeling in my gut telling me i need to keep them shut the whole time because they opened even for a second and i saw your lips they’d suck me in like black holes when they bend light and it was then i realized you were not my world you were my universe sometimes when i look up i see stars that cut through the sky and fade quickly into nothingness and i pray that you aren’t as fleeting because when we’re lying in roads i get the same feeling that gravity will just turn off and i’ll fall endlessly into something much larger than i am and i wonder if that’s what it feels like to die and if i’ll ever understand god in my lifespan because i want to see god i want to know what god feels like but with the weight of the bible i will break adams ribs and repeat, my dear eve, you do not take after this you were not made in a mans image but if that’s the case why do you feel so lost in the empty space that his hand isn’t why do i wait wondering how long it’ll take you to admit it i’d rather keep my mouth shut then start to say what i can’t finish baby i have limits so i’m singing ‘la la la’ in empty rooms that carry sounds like hollow caves 'la la la' just to prove you're not the only one that can occupy a borrowed space 'la la la' for every ship that was set to sail but got washed away i’m singing ‘la la la’ in desperate hopes that when it bounces back i hear the octave change so if we could just pretend that your voice exists inside this empty void within then holy shit, holy shit, holy shit if you spoke insomnia might loosen its wholesome grip on my throat and i can begin to forgive you for admitting the hoax instead of learning to hate you for very minute you don’t because i sit here wondering if anything you said was true and who it was that taught you to speak bullets without considering the exit wound tell me who because i still think back to the first time you called me with nothing to say that morning you were more than just my friend and we both noticed something had changed you drove to your parents house and we talked about everything we talked about how much it sucked, but no matter what, we had to remain nothing and in that deafening silence i asked if i could still call you my snowflake and you said okay