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opposites and colors. falling down the stairs at top volume. dripping slightly down the side of a cup you whisper quiet thank yous and goodbyes. untie the noose around your neck and slide it onto the next in line. everything falls apart at the start of the day and no sticks around to watch you fall asleep. absurd notions that one will fall in love. one will stay here beside you. one will never leave. one will never lie. and one will never say good bye. absurd ideas that reason does exist in a place of moral decay. slight bursts of warm winds followed by the bitter cold restores you to your current place, your current state of mind. rip it out of yourself and return it for the next two days. reassurances that this is not the end and you will get through this is becoming unneeded as it is so incredibly unhelpful. when the walls change color and your eyes turn a lovely sort of red, you may pack your things inside the green suit case that has followed you every where you have been. it knows all your secrets and all your lies and all the numbers that seem to attach themselves as well. you can only be free for so long before your past catches up with you. that is when the weight of your mistakes is forced down upon you with the weight of the world. you will lose anyone who meant anything and only be left with the ones who care for nothing but themselves and only care for your appearance as a means of entertainment. it is a filthy thing our desire to be loved.

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opposites and colors. falling down the stairs at top volume. dripping slightly down the side of a cup you whisper quiet thank yous and goodbyes. untie the noose around your neck and slide it onto the next in line. everything falls apart at the start of the day and no sticks around to watch you fall asleep. absurd notions that one will fall in love. one will stay here beside you. one will never leave. one will never lie. and one will never say good bye. absurd ideas that reason does exist in a place of moral decay. slight bursts of warm winds followed by the bitter cold restores you to your current place, your current state of mind. rip it out of yourself and return it for the next two days. reassurances that this is not the end and you will get through this is becoming unneeded as it is so incredibly unhelpful. when the walls change color and your eyes turn a lovely sort of red, you may pack your things inside the green suit case that has followed you every where you have been. it knows all your secrets and all your lies and all the numbers that seem to attach themselves as well. you can only be free for so long before your past catches up with you. that is when the weight of your mistakes is forced down upon you with the weight of the world. you will lose anyone who meant anything and only be left with the ones who care for nothing but themselves and only care for your appearance as a means of entertainment. it is a filthy thing our desire to be loved.