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Starvation shall kill me.

If it wasn't for fear, I'd be laying lifeless on the floor of this cold, dead room.

The feeling of your words will linger as time passes, but these memories will haunt me 'till the end of time.

I woke up from a nightmare, but it still seemed better than reality.

Sleep depravity shall kill me.

“I belong to quick, futile moments of intense feeling. Yes, I belong to moments. Not to people.”

Franz Khafka, Letters to Milena // Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice // Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters

Abuse me. If I'm hurting inside, match it with the outside.

So close. So close. I wish I were dead.

Maybe one day I'll finally find somewhere to wrap my noose around. Until that day comes, I am happy.

There is nothing poetic in sadness. No salvation in pain.

You won't ease the suffering by running away.

It was always inside you.

The fear.

The grief.

The rage.

The sorrow.

Let it slip.

Nothing is everlasting but everything is eternal.

Maybe you fear death but

you're still about to be born.

We forgot who we actually are.

Tangled up in our daily lifes we believe everything that happens is important. That every bad thing that happened is proof that the universe is against us. But it's not.

We are it's children.

We are the same.

Shit, this ain't good. This aint going the way it should.

Don't like this, don't like that, but you're making my heart beat fast.

Trying to block it and ignore it but you're making me restless, dammit!

Don't be vague, tell me straight what you're hiding with those-- wait!

Gotta breath, calm my ass. This aint something I should fuss.

(i like you)

Maybe it's better this way. End it with a BANG. That way we'll be too caught up fixing the damages we caused, but too tired picking up the pieces we crumbled into.

I'll leave you for now, won't ask what that's about. But I'll wait for a recall. Remember me in the midst of it all.

You didn't even ask how I was. You nuked me with emotions that targetted even my hidden bunkers of peace that previously suffered a quake not hours before. You chose the right time for war. Now who will ask how I am?