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Torrey, Piercings, Makeup, Animals, Tights, Fishnets, Reading, Music, Being With Friends, Meeting New People, Phone Calls, Playing Guitar, Making Movies, Photography, Road Trips, Vandalism, Singing, Writing,
Colourful socks, Dancing, HTML, New Experienc
Favorite Bands:
THE WORLD WE KNEW! Hellogoodbey, MSI, Freezepop, Drop Dead Gorgeous, Bring Me the Horizon, The Devil Wears Prada, Lehzley, Hollywood Undead, Muse, The Used, Boys Like Girls, Rise Against, Brand New, Dashborard Confessional and a lot more.
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Rock Face? |
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About Me:
You have your arm around my waist and mine around your neck
This would be picture perfect if I could open my eyes more than slits.
We amble past people on the streets, which are damp from the rain earlier in the night. I know you detest it when I do this, but my words unexplainably mean the world to you. I stumble around a little and you almost let me fall.
Almost, because you pride yourself in never letting me fall, even if all I deserve is to be pushed down and left until morning.
You softly ask me why I stopped taking the pills. When I turn to answer you flinch away because something strong is dancing on my breath.
I answer, “because I wish to be independent, and if I were to keep taking them I would eventually need something more to satisfy my need.” You nod. I know even in this inebriated stupor that it hurts when I say I want to be alone.
I suppose you think it’s my way of asserting myself, and being different. I know the truth.
The truth is I am one of a few so selfish beings as to push others away so my surroundings can be controlled and end up exactly how I want them to be.
So am I egocentric? Self-centered? Insensitive?
Yes, those things I am. |
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