Thursday, July 2, 2015
The Monsters Are My Friends
There are clubs, everywhere, that I don’t belong to.
Written by Me at 8:58 AM
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I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for. You were meant to read these words.
Man, I can quite wholeheartedly agree with this one! Millions of clubs around you, to which none of them you belong! Except with those select, few people in the world who really are like you. Only they can possibly understand you! Although it sometimes may be hard to find them, those friends are such priceless treasures, that to me they are more valuable than anything else in the whole universe! <3
Why dont't you write something for me!? It's always YOU YOU YOU.
I remember you. I am sorry that they made me forget. I don't know what to do. Everything is backwards from why I thought it was, like I've been ripped inside out.
But I still remember the way that your blood looked and the way you protected me from mine. Even in my rage, even in my absolute panic, even when I believed them at the end and fell back into everything wrong, you held me.
Kindness was not what I needed. I needed someone to see what made me close up. I needed to see my pain in someone else.
How many lives have you and I each lived? How long will we have to be apart?
How does it work when loving you showed me how to love everyone
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