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Holding On
2005-04-24 10:41:37 (UTC)

Including those allocated emotions.

Whispers in the dark never really made much sense, did
they? It’s not my fault, but I’m sorry anyway. It’s all,
it’s all, it’s everything. It’s gone. If you could, you
would have bled it dry. Hard luck. In this room I cut my
knuckles throwing punches at that glass picture of you, but
scars mean nothing, not the ones you gave me. Just another,
just another, just do it again. Squeeze my heart and hold
my breath and watch me hang my head in shame as I leave
through the familiar broken door. Tears into blood justify
me in this hole and everything else that never was. I’m
tired of believing in what doesn’t exist. I’d settle for
something real, but we’re not going anywhere. So here we
are again with no choice. I’ll leave on my own and die all
alone. Because you’re too selfish to understand just who I
am now. There’s always one more thing. This is penultimate.
Trace those fingerprints on your throat with razor lines,
but not before I leave. I want you to suffer alone. Then I
think you’ll see things my way.




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