Finding All The Pieces ( Mystery Girl Sequel )
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  • Parts 24
  • Time 1h 1m
Ongoing, First published Apr 06, 2016
Mature
Everywhere is still everything is restless in my heart
I hate the way this feels suddenly I'm scared to be apart
The days are dark when you're not around the air is getting hard to breathe 
I wish that you would just put me down I wish that I could go to sleep

Loving you is suicide I don't know should go or should I stay
I 'm tryna to keep myself alive knowing there's a chance it's all too late but I heard you say you loved me that's the part I can't forget 
And I wish that you come save me cuz I'm standing over the edge


I should let you go tell myself the things I need to hear but my brain is why you're wrong That's why I'm loving you when you're not here
Feels like I drown in your every word and every breath that's in between somehow you got me where it really hurts it's killing every part of me

Loving you is suicide I don't know should go or should I stay 
I'm tryna to keep myself alive knowing there's a chance it's all too late but I heard you say you loved me that's the part I can't forget
And I wish that you come save me girl cuz I'm standing over the edge

Loving you is suicide and my world's about to break and I... had as much as I can take
 And love is a long way down...

Loving you is suicide and it's getting harder everyday I'm tryna to keep myself alive knowing there's a chance it's all too late
And I'm way past every moment but I'm still determined to fight and I know it's taking all my strength to keep emotions alive loving you is suicide
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I once loved this boy, the feelings were intoxicating. It took over. I was being tortured by this unrequited love I felt for almost two years. This is my journey of figuring out how to live with it. "Summary": Hurt me, beat me, with the violence of words, and I will explode But maybe it hurts for a reason I want to hurt him I am me because of him Maybe I need the pain to live The only thing I know is that I'm dying Now I have to live with the consequences of the things he did(n't) do He'll hurt me no matter what he does Maybe hell and heaven are the same thing, but I choose to die his way We would be perfectly flawed and unperfectly flawless together, if only he could love me once But darling, I have a fear of falling apart This is a cry for help I'm crashing Fight for me, fight against me, fight against him But isn't it fear that keeps me alive also? I don't hurt anymore I am in so much pain I am a disaster waiting to happen I'm not afraid to die A lot of love to give, and no love gotten I love the things that kill me, and kill the things that love me It hurts to love him, but you can love someone without loving yourself, in that destructive kind of way