February 2012
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Whenever I think about him in bed at night, trying to sort out the memories I’ve forced away, I feel my thoughts start speeding up to the rate I needed to connect things before. It’s a thousand times faster than now, and most of the time I end up slamming those thoughts into oblivion, telling them to shut the hell up because they start driving me off the edge the second I feel them grating on my...
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That you should have been the one to have shown me this. To have introduced me to this book, to have talked so endlessly and highly of it. More like, painfully ironic.
The slow, cruel burst of wrenching, agonizing anger that I felt raise towards you is the strongest emotion I have felt in a long time.
Funny how you have always been the one to make me feel most alive.
Yet so deeply scarred am...
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Giving your life to someone, with open arms. Waiting, in those slight moments between moments, for their acknowledgment of your existence, and being set free from the stillness and vibrancy of loneliness. Knowing that you are bound by chains but all the same, set free, with newfound wings, into a world where you always have somewhere to land. But only because that person makes you feel like you...