Starting over.

I've recently deleted my blog that I kept for over two years. I couldn't write anymore. Everything I had to say had been writen down, and taken out of me. And, I felt it was time to start over. It's taken some time, but, I'm doing it now. I'm starting over. And this time, it won't be fake.

This is for me. Everything I do is always for other people, and now, here, I don't care about that. This is for me.

I know I'm not talented, but I love to write. I've always wanted to make something of that love, I know that won't happen. Here... I want to share the things I've written, without questions or changes. I want to express myself, how I feel. Without explination.

So, I don't know any better way to start this... than with something I wrote the other day...

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All my friends have died now.

Both literally and not.

Drifting through the world alone.

Trying not to get caught.

I am the one that cried for you.

When everyone went away.

I was the only one,

Who could lead myself astray.

I left the beaten path for you.

A dirt road gave me joy.

I followed it for miles.

My body was a toy.

There's a sickness in my stomache now.

A sharp pain rips into my chest.

The lonlieness that walked me here.

Has left me a fucking mess.

To far gone to turn around.

Quicksand eats me whole.

My memories still haunting me.

My body and my soul.

You're ghost still very real to me.

But, I know that you can't help.

Fuck this life and Fuck this mess...

I'll take what I have delt.