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Extremely Loud and Incredibly Close.
Sometimes sadness covers my entire body. I feel heavier and my feet won't move. It's like that glue you get on your fingers that you can't get off for a couple of days.
My feet are worn down and so are my shoes but my bones are rich and healthy because of your voice. How I love your voice and the way you smile even when you don't want to.
I will give you the clothes on my back, the shoes on my feet, the change in my pockets to make you feel less exposed. I will give you whatever you need, but you are so far away and my arms are short.
I don't know why I don't like people helping me. It's like I can't even let them because I want to be the helper, not the helped. It's strange to me how closed off I am from everyone. Writing sometimes does the trick, but most of the time words just fall through my skin like everything else people say.
Interpretation fucks us over. We think we understand what's in front of us whether it's words or people. We don't. I repeat, we don't.
I've changed with the seasons and the people who do too. I'm a loner. I no longer complain. I like breaking people for the better. I like making them have to open up because it's better they don't turn out like I did.
Love is what will keep me here when I'm gone.
One more drink, one more smoke, and I'll be ready.
If I had fangs, I would suck out all the bad and become a fat vampire because there are too many bad people alive.
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