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Funny.

Update.

Disappearance.

Gone, and gone, and gone again.

will you
walk me
to the edge again

I won't, you know. I'm already so far over the edge that bringing anyone else along for the ride is a bad idea, actually.

Return.

Hope.

It's all false, you know.

At nearly 7:00 in the morning with no sleep and no dreams and nothing to make the pain stop - I am trying to resist it - I am not-so-slowly going mad.

I want things... and as soon as it FINALLY seems that I can have them...

...reversal.

Drowning.

Words and words and words, and the regrets I'm feeling aren't about people, or at least, not about the obvious people. Rather, they are about the in-obvious things, the shit that's only truly bad in hindsight...

...or not.

Nothing.

Masks.

...I'm giving in...
...take me
under...
...I'm dying tonight
I'm giving in to you...

Crying and hurting.

Missing and wishing.

All of it useless.

All of it empty.

All of it, all of me, dead.

I am killing myself, one word and one promise and one fuck at a time.

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