I'm really not sure what to do with myself. I need a cigarette and a hug. And some sleep, but I can't be greedy.
My heart strings have been cut. There's nothing left for anyone to play. No tunes. No laughter. Just tears.
I've been wondering lately what lies on the other side. If the grass is greener, or if it just seems that way because we're fed up with how long we've been here. I want change. I want to be loved. I want the cloning process to HURRY UP so I can be in her arms... even though her clone would probably still be out of my league. And there would still be no way for me to get to know her, even the second her, cause she'd have way cooler guys wearing skinny jeans and guitars after her too. I wish I could just accept failing...
On this side, I wake up to a knife on my nightstand and its not for protection. Sometimes I just stare at it, knowing the feeling it holds. Knowing that little piece of sharpened metal carries change in the handle.
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