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Sunday, April 08, 2012

yet another overnight in school spent drowning in pools of sad uselessness.
i suppose i have no rights to expect sympathy being the cause of all hurt.
i suppose it's not even a matter of people [understanding] my point of view;
how i say it might hurt me more than anything to hurt another..
how i say there is no one escaping unscathed, hurt free, how even the evil doer is still a victim. mere selfishness on my part. how your accusing words cut me like daggers
again i am arrested with my back crouched chest to knee
i'd bear with physical pain over imaginary pain any day

if only i could make my heart stop

or vanquish this unspeakable cruelty i have in me

she's not here @

2:25 AM