if i had known then
what i know now...
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act like you care.
seriously, it'll help us both get through this.
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a few days ago, months, years, it's all the same now.
then and later.
now and later. ha.
we're sitting on this bench and you look at me, say, "tell him?"
"what?" i say.
like i don't know.
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hey, look at this. time goes by, and i'm talking to the future.
future. let these waves dissolve away my past.
this is. this is.
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all these surreal posts, it's how i think. a mile a minute.
confused images in black and white but brilliant with color.
fuck it, i think i'm a little insane.
but it's what makes me sane.
---
"what?" i say.
like i don't know.
suicide is not something contemplated to forget.
now or later.
now and later. ha.
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i'm walking and these waves are running over my feet.
fall back. breath.
float away.
hey, we all float down here.
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light years pass. it's days and days and i still haven't told the person i trust most. but that conversation i am having. it's all in my mind. park benches built with a shattered imagination.
it's what i was supposed to tell you.
never found the time.
nerve.
too late now.
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waiting by the side of the road, i'm looking up and the rain is falling.
falling.
and i wonder exactly what is the meaning of free.
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all these thoughts. jumbled.
confused. broken.
trying to sort through this mess of broken memories. hearts.
rules, hearts.
promises are not so serious.
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i look over and she is lying next to me.
sleeping (one more day in hell).
i wonder, (hail, hail) are the lucky ones the ones in love?
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what the fuck images back black to white.
white to black.
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if i had known then
what i know now
---
hey, no one understands
i don't need no one to understand
you just don't understand.
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understand.
being alive is only being conscience to remember it.
little voices telling you.
telling you.
telling.
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don't you wish.
wish.
hey, i've got a feeling.
a feeling deep inside.
i feeling i can't hide.
whoa, no.
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hey, it's okay.
don't you know.
it's okay.
whoa, everything is going to be okay.
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these are thoughts.
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thoughts.
thoughts.
thoughts.
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to fix my broken soul (again).
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