| I am a man with defenses. I tell people things simply to throw them off. I lie about nothing serious in particular so as no one can guess the seriousness about me I hide beneath the surface. I let her under my skin and now shes gone. A beautiful beast leaving mark as a testament that I broke and she knew it. Oh well, I am still breathing. Here I am, the same strange being I always was. My fangs are a bit sharpened, my claws a bit more polished but ever the wierdo and freak. A shame too as men come, I'm one of the few thats honest where it counts. |
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| I find that I am one of those who feel ugly when I don't feel "loved." Honestly the reason people like me feel this way is because of over thought and experience. eg.:No one finds me attractive therefore I am ugly. She/he cheated on me, therefore I am ugly.
Well I'm tired of feeling victim to my depression and thoughts but at the same time its annoying that these feelings are dependent on the attention of others...
I miss her. I miss you. I miss feeling whole. |
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| Her complicated eyes. Must be nice to be looked at that way with those beautiful peepers. They sure are keepers. Kind of reminds me of countless sappy words and endless crappy songs but they do have a valid point. Man them eyes... they could kill or revive... |
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| Its been 2 weeks now since shes been gone. 2 weeks... |
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| I can't make it stop. The memories are killing me, they're everywhere. Every silent kiss, every loving gesture. All of them are driving me mad. If I've ever been closer to ending it, now would be the time. To just dissappear. Fade away, and not have to remember anymore. |
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