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06-04-04 friday 3:27pm not all poetry is meant to be read.
sometimes the heart lies to itself and the pages falsely reflect. 06-04-04 firday 8:54am maybe it's all my fault. i alienated them. and now i'm doing it to you too. maybe this fluctuating between euphoria and misery is a bad addiction. and i need other people to help with it. but i never meant for it to be like this. i had every intention of always being a good friend to you. have never felt anything except love and respect. i'm just so damn self destructive. when i can't muster the courage to do it to my flesh, i'll destroy my heart instead. maybe it's all my fault. yea, i know it is. i thought you knew me. that you got it. but i guess every one has their limits. had i known this would be yours i would've tried harder to fight it. had i known this would be your limit, i don't know if i could've stopped myself, but i would've tried much harder than i did. 2:41pm when you're there, it's great knowing you. but then sometimes i get so insecure and it feels like this is just one more thing i'm so afraid to lose. |
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