8751.) There is not one person who really knows me. I'm lonely, and I've been aware of it for as long as I can remember. I'm so fucking tired of this feeling.
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I want this worry to subside.
I wish I looked forward to the coming week, instead of dreading it.
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Well I don’t feel better when I’m fucking around,
and I don’t write better when I’m stuck in the ground,
so don’t teach me a lesson ‘cause I’ve already learned,
yeah the sun will be shining and my children will burn.
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and my heart is like a mason's, hands of weathered skin...
each scar makes it harder for me to hurt again.
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“ Everything becomes a little different as soon as it is spoken out loud.
Hermann Hesse (via littlemiss)
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