... you started writing goodbye notes to your friends because you new that you would die by your own hands sooner or later. But then, as you wrote them, you found yourself slipping and smiling at old memories which made you cry even harder. Love hurts. Especially when you are trying to say goodbye to it.
I can see peoples flitful glances toward my sleeves. The nervous twitches. Insanity makes people uncomfortable. Comfortable or not, they should be ready to face the truth. The truth is pain. It's like a little spore that lodges in your heart and then grows into a fungus that takes over your entire being. If you know anything about fungus, it's not the easiest thing to actually get rid of...
Trapped.
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