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i don’t think you understand you’re my favourite person you bring me the kind of comfort you only get from movies you’ve seen a million times you bring the kind of light only sunrises can bring the kind of laughter only ever heard from children in a park the kind of joy only ever seen when you get something you want the kind of relief after being on time for something you thought you were going to be late to your that friend that kind of person, my person

i just want to punch her in the stupid face staring at her makes me sick i’ve had it, i can’t take it anymore i’ve got to escape her so i step away from the mirror

she’d learnt to keep a shallow mind, so people didn’t have to swim, and it let them all to think they knew, the thoughts she held within, but below the wading pool she’d made, was a world left unexplored, an ocean of her feelings, hidden under the pools floor, the waters turned to blackness, where not even she dared to go, stretching from behind her eyes , to the ends of all her toes, she didn’t want to dive right down, and find what lay hidden there, because she knew will all deep water, came a deathly lack of air, but she didn’t foresee the lonely girl, who found a crack in her cement, broke free of her wading pool, and into darkness she went, she told her not to fear her thoughts, and she took her by the hand, and swum with her to places, that their lungs could not withstand, in their new-found love they both forgot, the importance of their breathe, and interwoven in the world they’d found, they both drowned in its depths.