May 30th;

I don’t speak as much anymore. I’m seeking with blind eyes. My heart dropped so many times when I thought I saw you, and the urge to flee into your arms stumbled across me. I’ll have a late night tonight, with just me and myself. The television pure background noise, so my mind can escape the reality ahead. I graduate Saturday. I hated all of you. The ones I love I hold very close, and those that get away, just stay away.

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