Oh, new blog, by the way. Dive is quite surely going to like the first post.

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Isn’t it quite romantic the way we huddle together in a little ball protecting each other from the cold
While your wrists bleed where you slash them with that razorblade you hold
All you’ve seen, all you’ve been will never mean
Enough to justify your way
Of living, dying, or your inability to do either
I know you didn’t call to tell me I was wise
I know you didn’t call just to be nice
I know.
Better than you hope

How fool is the fool who knows and plays it so just because he thinks it’s cool?
How wise is one who knows, yet plays a fool?
How much must I love myself to really, really hate you?
And must I really?

Lines that end with words that rhyme is no expression worth anyone’s time
I do it better than you so I’m the bigger fool
I’ve done it all along for you- I am the bigger fool
It’s long enough a wait to wait for your fate
To decide
I tell myself that every time
Almost every night.

When I can’t take it anymore I write.