MISSY
Don't you give me a name

I've felt it a few times at this point.

The point where your heart becomes weak and your brain becomes stupid because of a proclamation.

I was hooked on a feeling I never wanted to name.

Because all I know is that the pain can still make me laugh. Well, laugh like a madman.

I was blown away by all the wounds you tried to sow on top of an already existing pain.

I lost for a reason that should have been power.

And returning to being a lowly human being was something precious. Compared to you are considered helpless, worthy of pity and a mountain of reasons that are actually just to demean.

There are many things I try to understand myself, thousands of questions that I always swallow myself. In the end, all of those arrangements lead and demand that you stay sane, forcing you to stay happy. Because hope is not always in proportion to reality.

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"I've always understood, so don't feel alone." I laughed for a good reason.

"Of course you can always count on." in destroying of course.

"It's good to be friends with you again after all this time." I'm not happy.

"I always remember you." Yeah, I'm the same, considering how asshole you are.

"I'm really grateful we can go back." I'm sorry to see you again.

"I love you." I hate you too.

All of those sounds made me sleepless, forcing me to keep remembering everything.

Digging all the reviews full of the sickle. Like looking back at you in the past with all the innocence, naivety and so many things that can drive you crazy.

I smiled again, with tears that certainly did not want to stop while holding a frame that is actually the source of all pain, the basis of a treatment and the destruction of a feeling.

That dark memory never came again. No need to come, break an inner wound that does not really heal.

I'm used to being bullied and forever will be like that. Form a character full of arrogance and certainly not easy to believe.

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Don't let yourself get hurt.

Don't let yourself believe.

Because I've been used to being thrown away after being enjoyed. Get rid of them after they are fulfilled.

And well it's no problem. After all, the pain is not comparable to the previous one.

Money is the best way to solve problems. And beauty is the most sensible thing to create trouble.

Just like before, this pain was so familiar, it made me laugh and made me lose my mind.

This sensation made me laugh, the injections and moans made me float.

Delights.

Freer.

Undeterred.

And it looks like one more injection doesn't matter, well, right. No problem, honey, let's try again.

This sensation.

It is all the effort I can make.

Bemoan.

Heat.

Wildly.

Drifting.

Drunken.

And the last thing I saw was blood that wouldn't stop at the wrist.

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"Meeting at 9, don't be stupid and do anything to print money." Even the woman did not care even if it was bleeding, even though it was destroyed.

Because what is important for him is money, power, people's views and the full arisan of mothers behaving like demons who run away from hell.

"Listen to your mother, remember there are many people who want you destroyed. So don't mess around!" The old man was as much a jerk as the woman.

Sure oes. Couples are a reflection, right?

And of the many pains that still remain, sometimes all I need is a hug. He was listened to and certainly strengthened.

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***Sorry for typo...

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