Monolouge Of An Screwed Up Teen.

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Sometimes I feel as if my heart is pounding so much my chest will literally explode in a gory mess with gibs all over the floor, my spleen is across the room and my lungs are on my lap, graphic, but beautiful, tragic but happy.
My writings mean nothing, and if they do mean something its symbolic. While this writing means something to you it means something to me, and soon enough I will get in trouble and have to pay the fee of breaking a heart.
I'm sorry to anyone that has to go through that.
So this is the message I'm writing you, the one I will write and edit and fight for you. I hope I still continue to have a body without a ghost, its just me, my mind is my host.