SYNOPSIS
living in destruction. something you would try to understand but for the wrong reasons. blood stained sheets. leaving the heater on. where did the blood come from? i left it there for months i'm forgetting my own memories - the ones i swore i would die before i ever discarded. i'll carve my body through my pillow if it means i can stay here forever. but not like this. do you understand that if i left it was because of you. did you ever get that through your head? the pills. tomorrow. everyday i feel like throwing up at my own reflection. auto destruction is my pleasure and i hate myself for it and the cycle goes on. on and on and on. how i wish to see the red oozing out of me, the leaves covering. it'll make sense then. this time we'll be endless.
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