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life goes on.
people change and people leave but people never usually tend to stay anyways.
home.
home is a concept for the broken who are looking for their light at the end of the tunnel but once you get there...you tend to feel alone.
i spent the past three years trying to get out of that hell hole and when i did, i feel. yeah.
so stay away from me; you're heaven sent and i'm just another hole in the wall. I'm a fuck up like everyone else. I won't get better and if you can't accept me now, then how will you accept me then. don't say that you weren't warned.
life will pass by fast, right before your eyes, kind of fast. when we reach the end, when death kicks the chair out from under the connection between you and your ceiling fan. don't give in. don't give up. shaking hands with the reaper has no correct correlation with they happiness in your life.
keep the world awake as long as you can for the night will sneak up on you and pull you in. leaving you with no air to breathe and reaching out to the black, i've had these dreams. they're different, like we are. Like every person reading this is.
break it down.
lay down.
let the chemical in you take over.
you'll feel better in the morning
but i'm still breathing.
i'm still looking out my window at the sunrise every fucking morning.
i'm still loving you.
