part 8

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Sometimes I can't breath when I should be able to. Thinking about this shit gives me anxiety.
When my heart races because your eyes so graciously touched the room.

His eyes met mine briefly before he looked away, like it was a religious disgrace to look upon me. Like I wasn't good enough to crawl into his soul...his eyes being the gates to such bliss.

His voice like a velvet cake that only he allows a few to eat from. I wish life wasn't a riddle, we mark on the paper and erase so many times that soon you cannot read what the riddle lies out for you. We try so hard and if we would just simply see the beautiful pure meaning hidden then it would mean we could once again live. Breath. Breath again..

My heart beats, each beat for a different man. Each beat for a different friend. Two strong beats for my father and mother, but tonight...what if my heart stops beating. Would my name fade into a small town or would it rise to the #suicide cases?

I want to be cuddled under the cold dirt. To return to dust as which I came from as mother would quote.

That's me. I am one with the dirt. How am I supposed to live knowing I did this all to myself.

I
Am
Alive
Only
In
Life
May
The
Dust
Take
Me

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