The Last Lost Continent

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I felt your sickness brush against my arm as I walked by you -

heard your voice but couldn't tell that it was you.

And, slowly, watched your sickness slip away into a place

that I'd once feared but I was not afraid this time

So I gave chase and found it, finally, slowly feeding from your head,

And from my friends, and from my family, so I grabbed it by the neck.

"For every lover you have ruined..." I dug my nails into its flesh.

"...and every life that you have taken..."

Slammed its head against the brick.

Its blood poured out onto the pavement,

I stirred it in with dirt and spit,

"I will take a part of you."

I made mortar from the mix.

Tore every organ from its body,

broke its bone and fashioned bricks,

I laid the mortar in between,

I made a throne for hope to sit.

"Too long you've torn us into pieces,

firmly held onto our wrists. Today I bury you in me."

I swallowed every inch of it.

I'll hold you, as you have held me -

you've held me in your heart, we'll be set free from fear.

We've felt our failures.

We've watched our passions leave, but we're still breathing on.

I'll hold you, as you have held me,

You've held me in your heart.

(And I will hold you in my heart)

But I still see him dead in the parking lot at the gas station just down the street.

And I still hear my friend say,

"You know, you wouldn't believe the things I saw when I was stationed overseas."

But he somehow keeps smiling in spite all of that,

while I keep finding ways to push the good out for the bad

Oh, how selfish of myself to always say that it was more than I could take,

like it was pain I could not shake,

like it could break me with its fingers, throw my body in the lake,

and I would slowly sink away

but the Truth is it was sorrow that I made and would not face.

6/19/2014 12:34pm

So I survived. Just like I knew I would. I can't die. I've tried so much times, and some how I wake up. Whatever. I guess there's another day to try. 

It's been an exact month since my 17th birthday and she still hasn't said happy b-day to me. I'm thinking she forgot. 

Me and Serena are just friends. I was friendzoned.

So another short update today. I'm running out of stuff to talk about. 

The only thing that has been happening to me is breakdowns and hurting myself.

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