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Fuck
It's way to fucking late on a Sunday night. I have exactly 26 hours to write my application for BNSoP, which I haven't even started on, I have been drunk each night since Wednesday, and today that I was gonna clean and start wringing my appliance, I've instead binge-watched a season of BoJack Horseman and looked up cottages on AirBNB to run away to. My life's a fucking mess right now...
Now that I've slept in your arms, I'm addicted. I didn't know that I could feel like that, safe. I'm so exhausted now but I can't sleep because I miss you so much I want to cry. It didn't seem real before: you leaving. But now it does. You count down the days til your freedom; I count down the days to my hell.. -RavenXendria.
alive but barely breathing.
Dreadlocks are so wonderful! (Tons of mustaches, no hair ties, no maintenance, and they are unique).
Another poem about cigarettes and bad analogies
Like benzene, you were bad for me you filled my lungs with disharmony and though I tried, I lost to need. I gave away the rest of me.
Like nicotine, you kept me sane; slowed my thoughts and slowed the pain. Now, when only ashes remain, I sweep them out and wait for rain.
Like acetone, you dissolved my will. I forgot to fight, welcomed the kill and though four a.m. haunts me still I won the battle fought uphill
Like sweet cyanide welcomes death, I gave into a strange happiness I smile to myself to catch my breath Because I am my own -SE
I feel like I'm a mirror that fell over and is shattered into a million little pieces, idk
