I'm not going back to the assholes that made me a perfect display of random acts of hopelessness, wish I could stay here but i think we're already...
I've really got to stop this, now. Unhealthy would be an understatement. Cycles of learning to love myself, hating the very essence of me, going against my nature, turning back into myself and remembering exactly where I fit within this tired old picture frame. Mending broken pieces, fixing parts of me I never knew were broken. Thanks to you, and you, and you... yeah, you too. But mostly thanks to me, and my indecision, my great need to be accepted. To be loved. To love. Breathe deep and let life roll between the shoulders of every great moment, underneath the shadows of all the deep dark somethings, work its way in between the crevices that separate me from you and you from everything I love. It'll all be fine, as long as I let it be. Let it be.
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