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and as i am bordering on a line between survival and surrender; antisocial as i may feel i will reach for your hand and pray you can read the begging in my eyes as a cry for help- my voice cannot produce the words it needs anymore, and i wonder, will you be my voice?

me into my daydream never returning to reality

might fuck around and walk into a thick fog and never return idk

bitches say they're fine and then scream the "I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all" in bohemian rhapsody louder than everyone else

youre correct, i am used being alone; i am used to feeling lonely

its doesnt mean that the hole that, from time to tile, sits on my chests and strangles my throat feels any familiar than the first time it made me choke

youre correct, I would like someone to remind me i am still here

i cant find it, grasp it, keep it

not in books, not in series, not in movies, not in my life

there are sometimes, thought, where i have glimpses of it in my daydreams and my soul feels a little lighter for a moment

comfort, its always escaping me and im getting tired of running after it

in a race i can never seem to catch up, so many obstacles that never stop coming that just make me wanna lie forever under a golden sun were i can close my eyes and picture myself laughing, relaxed

it always runs away from me and i cant seem to muster the energy to chase after it anymore