i don’t know where this belongs, it’s just fucked me up and i felt like writing it. i never understood what was wrong with me, every one seemed to think there was somthing, but they wouldn’t tell me what. the medication only seemed to make me drousey and retarded, i took it if it’ll shut… Continue reading bobby, magician, my nemesis
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Leave Me
(dedicated to those who have shared this Darkness with me) I remember when I first saw you. I didn’t think you were that special. If someone had told me I’d spend six years of my life with you I’d have laughed. But your mind was enough to keep mine alive, and I’d been looking for… Continue reading Leave Me