I've become stronger. And I do not like it. Some part of me I have allowed to die, and it's been replaced by some collective whole bargaining for control of that bit of my soul. Although this seems irrational since it is the very nature of survival. Adapt and thrive. Still, I wish I could cut my wrists and bleed this poison from my heart, straight out of me, and right back into the environment that forces change. Although I exemplify exactly what it is to be human, I feel like more of an animal, or worse, a machine. I want to pull this under with me. So, I can ensure its death.
How do you live, rolling in these razor blades?
"If you knew some of the things he's done, it would completely change your opinion of him."
"Hold your tongue. You can say that about everyone. We all have our secrets. And if you're capable of knowing everyone's secrets, and you can still morally accept everyone's actions or thoughts....then I don't want to know you."
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thriving on the edge of dreamy surrealism; take a step and u fall into the matter of fact world. You put things well.
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