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My soul is full of tales I brought to life, Yet left to die from suffocation. My mind is rich with words I want to say, But jarred by their constriction. My tongue is weighed. My hands are stilled. My ends are left unstarted. Advertisements

THANK YOU MCR.

I needed this kick in the feels because I have been feeling like such a mess, switching from distant and depressed to almost too much and, I forgot how immense these guys were. To be honest I’m listening to stuff from Conventional Weapons and holy shit, I am really upset that I never saw them … More THANK YOU MCR.

CRUTCHES

Guess who is off work for a couple of days (at the least) because they f**ked up their leg and got put on crutches and rest? MOI! I am such a div -_- So I suppose I should use these few days to reconnect to things I used to really enjoy (or at least try). … More CRUTCHES

WITHOUT HIM.

I have no energy to deal with this anymore. How many more lies and stories can someone tell just to keep you around? Because this has been going on for so long and I don’t know how to leave but I really can’t keep hearing this shit. I don’t care. I don’t feel the same. … More WITHOUT HIM.