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then there’s that moment when you don’t even know why you keep going.
there’s no hope, just a tired habit of surviving.
like someone who counts their wounds every night
just to make sure there’s still something that hurts.
a quiet settles inside you,
the kind that doesn’t even let your tears reach your throat.
It just sits there heavy,
like a fist pressed against your chest.
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its sad to think that one day i’ll randomly disappear and no one knows how hard i’ve tried to be alive.
some days it hits me
how easy it’d be to fade out,
just slip through the cracks
like i was never loud enough
to matter in the first place. i keep trying god, i keep trying
to fit somewhere, to be loved without begging for it, to feel alive instead of just here. and still i end up feeling like the extra noise in a quiet room,
the glitch in everyone’s day,
the one who tries too hard
and gets nothing back. i’ll be better off gone.
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tell you a secret im not alarmed so what if im crazy? the best ppl are. all the best ppl are crazy. where is my prescription? doctor, doctor please listen. my brain’s scattered..
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i left in the night cause you dont like to see me in the daylight and maybe youre right we dont get on so well when we lose the high. cause every love story always ends in tragedy, if you wait long enough.
