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maybe we reached the end of our cycle.
I'm weirdly proud of myself in the midst of all this. 
today I went through my camera roll and realized that
although i was slashed in half, open and bleeding
i kept ferociously holding onto life
maybe i was looking for that feeling of numbness that a crowd gives you. 
perhaps i was frantically looking for another gasp of air.
or i just grew up and got over myself. 

crumb(ling)

 i keep offering u tokens of my love
maybe one of them will convince you to have me again in your life.
still can`t promise you I wont keep pushing yourself off, 
its generations upon generations of trauma, 
and it all comes down to me. 

the final nail in the coffin

two three years of heartbreak is long enough. 

we have reach the point in which this is turning embarrasing. 

i'll finish us without you. 

farewell.

breakupersary

3 years.

When will it hurt less?

I keep a list of things i'd like to tell you,

I lived well.

This painful coming of age at 29.

(It'll forever be an open wound).

waterproof

I can't see the love I've received 

it might be because i'm not to be able to accept it

The thing i desire the most

It escapes me.

BHOM

I started wearing that necklace again.. the one that had the little harlequin on it. 
I told you i liked it because i loved to make people laugh., 
somehow it broke and i never got around fixing it, 
somewhow i broke and never got around to make people around me happy again. 

my spark dimmed, was it you? 
it made you uncomfortable, my light. 
it was so luring. you, black hole of a man. 

my love is a burden to the people around me

they do not wish to receive the love i crave to give