you write so beautifully the inside of your head must be such a terrible place

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I wish someone warned me about falling into vicious cycles of self destruction. but there's got to be a reason why all of that has happened.
I want to explain how tired I am. sleep won't fix anything I'm constantly drowning and suffocating on a black wave of emptiness.

I wonder if later I will forgive myself.
I don't belong anywhere and I never belonged to anyone while everyone else belong somewhere and to someone. how unfair.

the other day I was laying down in complete silence and darkness and I felt my heart beating. and I realized I live too much inside of my mind, I never live inside of my body. I want to be myself again, I want to stop knowing everything I know.

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