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heartache
Despite the fact i'm going through heartbreak, or.. heartache now, i don't really know what to write. An emotional rage letter would make sense, but what does that solve? All i can say to whomever is going through a tough time now, is that it will get better. Lame, I know. But in the end, it will be okay. If it isn't, then it's not the end. Keep your chin up. You're better without them.
drifting
I wish I hos be drifting off to sleep at this very moment. However, my insomnia prevents thst every night. It's such a hassle, sleep deprivation just makes school and everyday life that much harder.
temper
Temper? I have a short one, it seems to run in the family though. I've never had a good relationship with my mother. Her temper would be why. My attitude never helped either though. So, I guess i can't blame her entirely.
automatic
Automatic? Guns. That's what this word makes me think of. Not only that, but war too. I don't think there will ever be a time when the world figures out what peace really is.
comfort
The word comfort reminds me of a blanket; the way it wraps around you, and the warmth. If only a blanket was enough to protect me from you.
ill
when you passed, i had nothing but anger and discontent. I was selfish; holding it against him for you parting. But now I have come to terms, and I know everything will be okay.
ill
Every time she looked it the mirror it made her ill. Why? Why was so hard to be comfortable within her own flesh? A tear feel from her cheek as she scrounged through her medicine cabinet, finally finding her rusted razor. Dragging it carefully upon her translucent skin, she admired the warm liquid oozing from her arm .
ill
she was lying in her deathbed; they shoved down their lies, and cruel comments one to many times before, this was it. She was ill.. ill with the feeling of being unwanted, and lonely; now only minutes away from venturing to the other side.
skeleton
When you die your loved ones eventually forget you, and who you once were. You're now just a mere skeleton embedded in the earth.
ticket
The wind tousled her hair, constantly blocking her vision. She looked towards the train, smoke for it's engine tainted the fresh are . 'Should I really do this?' she thought. Suddenly she remembered: arguing, shoves, glass shattering, and the knife. she nodded, not daring to look back; grasping the ticket and slowly continued toward the train.
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