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only this time the blade is blunt.
I really think I set myself up for this epic of a fall.
The image is so warped, so sad. Lonely?
I scroll through my list of friends and acquaintances and realise how lonely I truly am. There is effectively no one I can turn to, no one to talk to on this.I have truly kept this side of me hidden well most for protecting “”. But who am I hurting? Who am I kidding?
I long for long rushes of adrenaline, insane uncontrolled mad rages to try to numb this hollow twisted feeling in my heart. I wish for loud arenas, flashing lights and generous dose of alcohol to bring me away from this if only for a few hours. The consequence of waking up feeling worse factors for little, in the face of a temporal relief. I wish for anything just to quell this unbearable pain.
My dear self. Why have to fallen so low. You are a pale pathetic figure in comparison to what you were. You pathetic fellow, you’r old self would have feel utterly disgusted.
I fell and broke about just every single piece of me that can be broken.
and I guess I set myself up for it.

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