suffer
write your plans down in the quicksand
manifest
find solace in the fact that you are good at lying about being content
alter
delude
the only similarities i can find in pain and chance are that you covet both
when you bear your soul and show us all how you endure
it's nothing special and you come off inept and clumsy
sometimes hopeless
i can only assume this is why you are still breathing and unharmed
how is it possible that indolence hasn't crept up your soft spine and pulled up a chair to have you for dinner is far far beyond me
atrophy
providence
rapture
these are stages not coincidence
eradicate
i will represent the scorn this evening
abhor the fact that this is a lot less complicated than you would let on
a lot less impending doom per say
this is what I've come to expect from you.....
this is why i come bearing gifts
cataclysmic in the sense that no matter how many times you change, the originality is present but most of the pain subsides with time
time will always be the great eraser
the emotion will be just as exciting
just as potent but never as violent
never as appalling
never as sadistic
there are no expectations here
distance x3
introvert
abysmal
falling fast like the sky presented by chicken little
what you are failing to see is what is not written here
what i can't put here
nothing symbolic of words or numbers
intent
it's by no means obscure or unique
just buried
fallacy and neglect have made it this way
masquerading around behind the copious amount of adjectives
deceptive
truthful
unrelenting
interlocking
constantly looking for something to encourage the idea that nothing really matters
that consequences are a crutch
nothing stays the same
nothing can ever make all the pain go away
you have to believe that nothing regarding the dead will ever bring them back to life
recant
suffer
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