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Oh how the tides washed up a love hate situation to shore X and Y axis; the postwar scatter plot of my scatterbrain Yearning after loathing the realization of pain Mistakes meet corrections Odds need even Remember that the bitter sweet bleeding will forever mend itself Only the opulent memories are shrouded by poor choices rooted within myself Nullification and creation; the vicious cycle of the universe we live in

& I mean;

Every little bit.

For how you make me love myself.

During times,

When I feel like I barely exist.

Thank you, Darling.

-Pete McIntire

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It's such an odd feeling;

When you start talking to someone new

The way that you exchange war stories;

To see who's "ex" left the deepest bruise.

Just to remember,

The time that you did that with them too.

Like,

I'm not really sure what's up from down.

I have felt this way before.

Then the darkness hits.

That's when life is almost like a mirage.

Like, is any of this real?

I specifically told myself that this isn't the way to deal.

With loneliness,

That's best described with the lights shut off.

Goodnight, world.

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