I odn't want this eloquence any longer i want straight up three word sentences ripped out from my chest in strangled, distorted vocalizations of how i feel. "you take away" But we're all limited by who our genes decided we should be, never providing for the way we feel but only for the way you hurt me. I would give this up, my writing, my intelligence, my fucking stupid face... my heart. just for the power to give voice to this and make it something angry or tormented or even beautiful.

Its so fucking cold tonight

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