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  Man I loved being abused And I think you did too Kinda wish it wasn't over Please come back my four leaf clover Maybe it's no self respect My problem is that I easily forget You and I are the same in that And I think you also want to come back I think the abuse was love A traumatized version from above Neither of us could admit it So we kinda had to split it As Kanye says run away There's nothing left for us to say Except that u can always come back But remember we'll both be under attack

📔 Journal Entry 1: Snowflakes.

 Reconvening, in and out of reality, was a single man's thought. Oh, how this man was confused... There seemed to be pearls in his eyes one moment, and the next he were to be in a not-so-lovely place. Things just happened around him. Thoughts were splashing on a canvas in his mind. People from different corners of his social group gathered as he entered a new reality. Piles upon piles of emotions developed in a single notion. And then poof, feeling still remaining, but experience readjusting for a different life. And suddenly, sitting again here comes the unreal, doubts crossed his mind as he rose to the tower tops of the world. The only thing he had to blame was everyone and everything. He hated all as he put all of his twigs of doubt, reluctance, hatred, annoyance, guilt, deceit, and evil all bundled up next to a stone of his root. He burned this pile of twigs, and watched as they manifested in hallucinations of different times and places. In one eye, he saw his father suffering,

It's A Stats Game

Wake up, interim afoot Slow down, the silence is endearing. There's blood shed on the porch It's Thursday once more Grasps, rattling at the floor And here stands that assurance for tomorrow Peaking through the clouds The sun arises And peaking through my brows My eyes open to the fog. Heavy hearts of the percocet Blinding shadows of death in my sight And firing, barrages of love and harm Emotions rattling my core Fast bullets fly in my kitchen The stool falls to the floor I can't live like this I will die before I lie. My heart is piercing my eardrums God please forgive my thoughts, But I don't believe in you. Restless geodes dancing in the air, I can't tell if they're real. Spinning, swelling tears of a man And happiness of a war left me. There lay on my back, a receipt Five ninety-nine for a prime specimen The money spent on boozed dreadful women Beckoning calls from the sky To the director of events Whom thoughts of cheery concerts rushed in their head. Black