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twelve eleven locked inside every second takes, a year to go by. is it wrong that i want to break out of here? - Greyfield



lovers turn into monsters at the loss of all affection, almost like it was the affection that kept them from being monsters. and i could have used some warning. i was on that porch all morning - smoking cigarettes and sinking deeper into doubt. could it be i am mistaken, have i stolen somebody’s baby? is it possible for two people to need the same thing? it's just the lines, they get so blurry between what is once, and now required. i don't know on which side her heart falls, but i know where mine is buried. it's so far from any wanting, it needs this to keep beating. it won't go on without it. if i'm still weighed down with subtleties then i'll just come right out and say, that i think that i deserve him more than anyone deserves anything. maybe i'm selfish, but there is no way to share this. there’s not enough to go around, i don’t care who else gets hurt. but i’m still sick with empathy because i was stood in her place.i spent a year quietly dying while she let go and ignored him. i'm sure that there are reasons for everything that happens and absence leads to adoration, it’s nobody’s fault. but now there is no way to change this, so i just photographed and framed it, and it’s hanging in a hallway. that we have no right to walk back down. but i hope that she feels better but i’m sick of all the drama. i can’t stand to see him crying, i just want this shit to end and i want a place to hang out where record players play out and there’s a thousand movies rented for a thousand nights with him- Bright Eyes

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