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Sadness rushes through my veins as blood, reaching every part of my quivering being. My eyes lay low to never rise to the level of happiness. My breathing is weakened and the sensation of collapsing passes through me. My heart is losing its will to distribute this saddened blood through my body. My mind, on the upside of creativity from these emotions, is feeling heavy and tiered. My whole self is on the edge of giving up, my body soon to crumble to the cold, blue tiled floor in hurt. Excruciating pain covers me as the brisk waters of the salty sea on a starless night. My lifeless body is washed away from humanity. The waves attempting to giv

I try to forget I try to forget his name, I try to forget his voice, I try to forget his scent, I try to forget. I try to forget the way he smiled, I try to forget the way he looked at me, I try to forget the way he held me in his arms, I try to forget. I try to forget his gentle touch, I try to forget his soft kisses, I try to forget our bodies melting together, I try to forget. I try to forget the way I loved him, I try to forget the way he loved me, I try to forget the way we loved each other, I just try to forget.

it always seems like a good idea. people always say they love everything. i love somethings, i love the sun, it always brightens my dayz. i love flowers, they always seem to hold simplicity in a tangle of complexity. i love art, it brings so much out in me, that i never knew about. i love windows, they always let me see whats outside the box. i love the mud, it always feels so good between your toes. i love feet, they always get me where i need to go. i love seashells, they hold so much life. i love music, it always keeps me company. i love my friends and family, they always put a smile on my face, eben through hard times. i love

it sounds horrible. everyone always trys to deny it. but i hate somethings. i hate the letter A, i never liked the curves, or lack there of. i hate the color red, it never seems to be happy. i hate being cold, i can never remember any time i enjoyed being cold. i hate math, why so many numbers and functions. i hate the smell of ciggarets, i feel like my life is being smothered away. i hate getting my heart broken, i feel like something is tearing open in my chest. i hate guns and war, nothing good ever comes out of it. i hate that people can\'t be happy with what they have, why do people have to be so greedy. i hate the concret st