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pieces
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unhinged
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i sent him pieces of his hateletter
he must not have liked it too much
he still hasn't responded
i knew when i sent it it was one of
those that he would never respond to
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010326
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kendera
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"the purpose of life, is life."
someone pointed this out to me the other day as a simple joke.
i laughed.
haha.
i thought about it later when i was alone.
and then i cried.....
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010326
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birdmad
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of my mind falling like plaster from the ceiling of a decaying apartment
the archaeology of memory beneath the layers
my own bizarre history
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010327
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nocturnal
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everything is in pieces. my life is just tons of little pieces that refuse to fit together in any useful manner whatsoever. all scattered everywhere. I lose several at a time because they're all just everywhere. nothing makes sense.
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010411
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unhinged
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my mind used to be in many pieces...the tiny ones that you can't put back together, not even with super glue. somehow they all came back together into a coherent but not too pretty whole. i can't tell if i liked the pieces better
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010412
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soia
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he said how he hated himself so much, the fact that she kept loving him just made him mad at her
and I know that to her, and to anyone on the other side, it wouldn't make sense
but to me, it makes far too much sense, and I guess that's why I'm crying
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kinkazoid
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you say he's a faggot are you afraid your just the same? faggot faggot do hate him? cuz he's peices of you?
-damn jewl
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010612
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silentbob
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so you can take the pieces of my broken heart and cut your wrists for all i care
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insouciant
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You have a habit of listening to anyone else other than me. It’s been frustrating watch. Instead of mending a small break you will discard part of yourself, claiming it is non-functional. It didn’t matter if I cried, or screamed, or completely shut down in front of you. You would not acknowledge me, shrug, and move on.
With tears in my eyes I would stare at the pieces you left on the ground as you marched onward into the aimless nothing you were determined to find. The pieces of you needed, that couldn’t ever be replaced, that you thought where damaged beyond repair and therefore worthless.
Every time I would pick them up, find every last shard, and store them away until the time that you wanted to see them again. When you realized these pieces could not be found elsewhere, could not be remanufactured. These pieces are all you have, and fixing them is the only way to heal.
But don’t apologize to me. I understand. Just please keep listening to me.
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what's it to you?
who
go
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