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I don’t need your fancy machines, I don’t need therapy, and I don’t need medicine. I just need someone to care.

I am not a lost cause.

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babygirlimablur:

This is it. This is how it started.

babygirlimablur:

This is it. This is how it started.

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Life used to be so fucking good..

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Fire

In a fiery pit

Molten ash flutters down like black snow

But when reached for, something sinister boils about

Improper feelings

What was once joy is now sickening and out of reach

It melts in our hands like ice on a hot day

Slips through our fingers 

And plunges to the ground

Once solid and real

Now out of sight like it never existed

The skin feels sticky and uncomfortable

A desire to be away from oneself

Yet so confined by air that seems heavier than usual

In a panic the mind is unfit for justice

Unfit for reasoning

And when the flames swelter up 

It only consumes

And you suddenly hope you burn with it all

And that on the other side 

We’re born anew 

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capndesdes:

perfectly sums up my current mood. lol

capndesdes:

perfectly sums up my current mood. lol

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