The Storm
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Thread Topic: The Storm
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then again this is also making me look really pathetic
if anyone sees this, please stop reading it
i don't know why you would want to in the first place -
i just don't know the words anymore
what am i supposed to say
i'm so tired -
I can't justify my rambling here
I think it has something to do with coming back later and seeing of whatever made me feel this way was significant enough for me to remember -
i'm so sorry i missed the hide checkbox on that one
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Slow down.
Do you wanna slow down?
In the moment that you start to fall,
are you comfortable? -
Monsters and bedsheets to creep.
While underneath my bed, it hears me speak
about these problems I've yet to find.
These monsters read my mind,
with ears and eyes to paralyze, demise.
Tell me, how can I contain everything inside?
Slow down.
Do you wanna slow down?
In the moment that you start to fall,
you're comfortable.
Devils come out at night
in the form of people that I love.
They said I'm not enough.
Factual, this is becoming something that's so under-
so understandable.
Help me out.
Tell me, how can I contain everything inside?
Slow down.
Do you wanna slow down?
In the moment that you start to fall,
you're comfortable.
Slow down.
Do you wanna slow down?
In the moment that you start to fall,
are you comfortable?
So comfortable.
So comfortable..
You say you're comfortable
until your hands are full.
For that familiar pulse..
For that, my feelings aren't enough.
Slow down.
Do you wanna slow down?
In the moment that you start to fall,
you're comfortable.
Slow down!
Do you wanna slow down?
In the moment that you start to fall,
you start to fall,
are you comfortable? -
I want to write poetry again but everything I write is bulls---
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alright
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I guess I'm not scared anymore.
Now I just have to keep distracting myself. -
I'm sorry. I missed the box on that one, too.
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My head still hurts, though.
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I hate sitting next to her because I can feel the, "finish talking so I can talk about me" radiating off of her skin
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someone actually unironically created a soap about religion that wasn't about overcoming it
props to you guys I guess but that's going nowhere -
Why is everyone that I care about so terrible? You all make it so f---ing hard to fulfill my role as a friend. I just want to help you, but my reach is so limited. All I need is for you to let me help, but none of you care enough.
I already feel like s---. All the time, nonstop. If I sit still long enough, I start to imagine in precisely what fashion my life will fall apart. I often visualize myself curled up alone on the cold tile floor of a cheap apartment in the light of day sobbing my eyes out because it's sinking in again exactly how hopeless I am. That's my future if I don't get up the nerve to off myself first. The point of this wordy bulls--- would be that I'm already miserable. I don't need my friends making me feel guilty or useless. That's not fair. -
I don't want to talk to any of you for a while. I mean it. Don't text me, don't Kik me, don't email me. I don't want your, "I'm not trying to do that" or "Is this about me?" or apologies or to deal with you when you have the audacity to be angry with me or make demands.
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