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Monday, January 30, 2012

fucking always

every time that smile casts me into pieces, I will mend. I pick up the fragments and rebuild myself into a form with more resilience- determined to grow further and further away until I can no longer hear you call out my name. Always felt I would be safe hiding in the mountains distracted by the cold, rush of pain and the hunger for danger, jolting through my body but now I know the answer is not here. Even when you feel like you are at the top of the world, towering over your greatest adversary, loneliness is always the first to congratulate you: a pat on the back with his left hand while holding a cigarette and lighter in the right.


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