scream prose I (explicit)

Wed, 10/01/2014 - 17:55 -- 15cfisk

IT IS ELEVEN FIFTY EIGHT ON A WEDNESDAY NIGHT AND I AM LYING IN A HOTEL BED WITH YOUR NAME ON MY WRIST STARING AT THE CEILING AND IM TRYING SO FUCKING HARD NOT TO CRY BUT HOLY SHIT I MISS YOU I MISS YOU I MISS YOU LIKE HELL AND I DONT EVEN KNOW YOU HOW THE FUCK DOES THAT WORK WHY DO I FEEL SO GODDAMN INCOMPLETE WHEN I PICTURE MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU WHY DO I LOVE YOU THIS MUCH WHY DO I CARE SO MUCH WHY AM I LIKE THIS WHY IS IT THAT EVERY TIME I TRY TO SLIT MY WRISTS YOUR DUMBASS NAME NEXT TO YOUR DUMBASS BUTTERFLY MAKES ME STOP AND FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME BETTER FUCK YOU FOR CARING SO MUCH FUCK YOU FOR MAKING ME LOVE YOU 

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