coming to an end...
hi to all who peruse these stately affairs, i'll be here but never nearer. my mind is a trap door that shuts on unsuspecting notions of pristine purity. i am the fresh chalk that screeches the first warnings of impending doom. i am the the man who wants to be loved and love. so tell me, why is that all so difficult.
rather than be nice, i wish u to be cut throat, rather than a friend, i rather u banish me forever, rather than say maybe, i rather u say never, rather than hope, please drown me in sorrow.
its hard not to be a pessimist when it comes to the L word.
laughter was never the best medicine but the best concealer of wounds gone sour from raw, hurt mangled soul drained cold. i am not even making sense now.
i have the right to
i am hurt.
posted by ruffmeowz @ 8:28 AM
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