When you were standing in the wake of devastation.
when you were waiting on the edge of the unknown.
with the cataclysm raining down, insides crying 'save me now'.
you were there and possibly alone.
Do you feel cold and lost in desperation.
you build up all the failiures all you've known.
remember all the sadness and frustration.
and let it go, let it go.
There's no guarantee for this life. For this fckn fact. I'm forgotten. I'm just the options. I'm not a diamond. I'm not the priority. I'd rather stand by my self alone. I'd rather not know. I'd rather be a stranger. I'd rather.. leave.
Friday, September 2
"I would rather be.."
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