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: Alternate Reality
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on Tuesday, January 04 @ 15:39:31 UTC
honey writes:: " This is my life, so far away from who I want to be. In a place that I can no longer stand. My only wish to run away, and to escape this reality. I can't close my eyes, I can't sleep because that leads to dreams, dreams of my past, all that I use to have, and then those dreams always shave to end. Scared to leave my eyes open because then people can see inside, they can see me cry. The tears fall because when my eyes are open I can see what's really going on, see what I've become,
see what I've done and just how far I've fallen. It just hurts too much to bare. I'd rather be too fucked up to care. So I just stay so gone until slowly my eyelids start to slip. Then I fall into this place, a place full of you, where you simply take my hand and say you understand, a place where everything makes sense. But, then I once again awake, leaving me here in this hell once again, where I am ultimately alone. I stand here just reching for someone to hold. Then once again, there you are, more than happy to fill that space, and I pull you in, because my emptiness is cured just by looking at your face. Being with you, it cures everything, makes it seem like life is perfect, as if there's never been anything wrong. But what I really want to say I can't because looking into your eyes just makes everything go away. And of course, like always, you only stay for so long, bringing back all the pain, making me so down, why do I always have to have someone around? Then someone from my past makes their return. Giving me what I want, what I yearn. But, I still can't help but sometimes think of you, something makes me hold on. I know it would all disappear if you could just be honest. No matter if it hurts, hearing what you really feel would help me break free, even if it's the last thing I ever hear. "
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