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i can hear the ruminations in my head ticking over ever so slowly i can feel the words on the walls slicing at me with every heartbeat (who am i writing for but to shout out into the empty void? the ones where i do are more coherent)
(oh, wait, sweet girl i can write for you) and a few years ago i picked up a sword to fight them but whatever i cut only cuts me later this fight feels like it lasts forever and it makes everything so heavy and so hard why not lay me down to sleep forever?
well, i have the sweet girl and it is a cause to live she thinks that she hurts me but she anchors me she gives me a reason to stay here and to live for her, i will stay.
and even if she goes away, i will stay. i promised her i would stay.
fuck me, even breathing is hard.
















