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I don’t ever want to come back.

Hello? Is anyone listening out there? No? They never are.

It is just me, myself, and I out here. Maybe that’s just how it should be.

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nuri-an:

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I feel trapped. I’m all alone on the open road but I still feel so claustrophobic. The walls are coming in on me and I can’t breathe. I just want the hurting to stop. I don’t understand how I can feel so completely numb and senseless, while feeling so horribly wounded. The aching in my chest won’t stop.

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i am a willow in a forest of redwood

mimickingmaelstroms:

i’d have roots that claw their way upwards instead, out of the earth, if i were a tree.

because this kind of feeling needs the sun on its face.

and it’s so strong, it starts to feel so right.

but this feeling’s so wrong, it’s beginning to feel so natural after all.

i have woodpeckers instead…

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I knew you heard him say what he said. You tried to act like you didn’t.

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The sun is rising all around me. That’s supposed to mark a beginning of a new day. A fresh start. But all I can feel is an overwhelming, heart-wrenching sense of finality.

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You were my home. But now I feel homeless.

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Flirting is one thing. Fucking is one thing. But feelings? No. Just. No.