There are certain moments that are easier than others and those that should be forgotten, and those that are remembered more vividly than others. The problem is that those that are the hardest are a mix between both what has happened and that which has never happened. I'm scared of both just the same, am I sane!? I'm a fucking ghost a mother fucking imagining of what is real and hoped for all at once; I’m a mix between what the fuck and I can't fucking believe this...fuck. I’m here, sometimes; I decide that decisions are a joke but when it's the hardest outcome I’m the only one laughing; it's the end of the show and I’m the only one clapping.
Friends and family and those that you love, stop loving.
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