In My Heart
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Última publicación mié, oct 5, 2016
I've been at the bottom. I watched people I love, drown in sorrow and regret. I've watched them ease away the pain away with a temporary fix of their drug of choice. When I'm at the bottom, that's what I want to do. I want the pain to go away. I want to start it on fire, and watch it burn. I want to light it up, inhale and forget. I want to drink it until its gone. But in my heart, I know there's always light at the end of the tunnel. I know that my life is worth the fight. So the struggle is what I choose. Most of the time...
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[ DISCONTINUED ] "one day. all is ask is one day. just give me one day to prove to you that i made a wrong choice of loving him and i shall show you what true love feels like." ! Ah, the nice clicking sound of a lighter that is lights up a flame. A flame that could burn anything; a flame that could light up a joint, making me a person that I never knew I was. Smoking a joint and staying high all the time is the only chance that I could forget him. Oh, I wish I could. All Rights Reserved © joey ; wxntrlcs [ 2015 ]Concluida
Hunter is a bad habit I can't quit. He's smoke in my lungs, a slow-burning addiction, the kind that lingers long after he's gone. And no matter how many times I tell myself to stop-to forget, to move on-I always end up chasing the high of him all over again. It's pathetic, really. How just seeing him at school can flip my entire mood. How even when he's being cruel, I catch myself wishing he'd say my name instead. How I hate him-God, I hate him-and then, without fail... I fall again. They all think I'm delusional. That I romanticize the worst parts of him. That I've turned some reckless, indifferent boy into something worth loving. But they don't see what I do. They don't notice the cracks in the armor, the glimpses of something real underneath. Maybe I am delusional. Maybe I'm drowning in a fantasy of my own making. But if loving him is a slow, self-inflicted destruction- Then light the match. I'll burn for him anyway.
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