Eighteen years in and I still haven't figured out whether or not I'd prefer transient ecstasy followed by debilitating grief or dreary, stable ''normalacy''.
In other words, I can't decide whether I wish I had never met you or not.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
