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44. Selfish F*cks

I think about the days that writing lighted my head up.
A little bit less thoughts.
A little bit less darkness.
Little bit of help from my other self.

I wish I remembered the days.
When it didn't feel so black in my head.
I wish I remembered how
So that I could try that again.

Because now it seems like it's not even worth it for myself.
I am just living for her.
Breathing for her.
And moving for her.

Because I promised her that I wouldn't leave her alone.
In this cruel world full of selfish f*cks.