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is that all we'll ever be?

You're the only thing that ever has

I'm always the one left broken but I find destruction beautiful, maybe that's my problem

I find comfort in odd places.

I know I'm an awful person, but, I still bleed and I still hurt

You can pretend you're angry, but you're not fooling anyone. I know how scared you are.

If no one cares for you at all, do you even really exist? If you don't even exit, how can your life possibly matter?

How can I love in moderation if I'm to love with my whole being? Isn't love letting this consume me?

How many sick days will insomnia bring me?

I've gone over everything in my head a thousand times over