05 Jul

              Making a statement is hard, especially when your insides are oozing insecurity. I’ve got access to so many beautiful words, yet I struggle constantly with my twisted little tongue. You made me feel like I was the most important person breathing. Then you took my air and made me feel worthless. Fucking closure. Spare me. There is no escaping the pain. It escalates daily with only the grave as a promise that it will end. Not that it matters. After all it was so easy to forget about me. Its always been so fucking easy for you.

             A day held in remembrance of freedom and liberty. Funny, all it makes me remember is fucking death.


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Posted by on July 5, 2014 in Paradise Drift


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