I'll have a concrete mix cocktail and fill my veins with ink so you can't see right through me anymore. dm.
Not sure what I'm doing. Just existing.
3AM.. gotta be up in 4 hours.
I know sleep is where I want to go, but it seems so far away.
What is it that makes me the way I am?
Genetics? Society? Chemical imbalance?
I'm a short fuse burning.
I wish I could pause time to analyze things before I did or said them.
Why is hindsight the only place everything seems so clear?
You're the world. Or at least a continent (not Australia.)
It's always harder to let go.
Such a mix of emotions, it's hard to keep them straight.
From sadness to anger to regret to sorrow to bliss.
At least I hung in at that last one...
Still hanging.
I jump to conclusions too quickly.
I overanalyze (doesn't everyone?)
I say things I shouldn't.
I regret them.. I hate regretting.
I regret the duel (of sorts.)
Take 10 paces and turn, fire with the truth and aim for my heart.
Words working as weapons.
Soon, though, also as bandages for wounds that never should have been inflicted.
Understanding is always easier by starlight.
Things haven't changed-- stars are still shining over us.
The day may have had it's low points.. but at least I made someone's day, if only for a little while.
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