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can we bring back 60s fashion please?

new year, same me

Me if you even care

The unbearable urge to leave everything behind and run away

You can wish that I was real. That I’m not anything of your imagination. That I actually exist outside of your mind, but what you don’t recall or notice is that I am right in front of you. I wish you would see and understand that I am trying so hard to communicate with you.

I want to be magical. Something that could be not real. I am not real and just a fantasy to some. I wish the people who thought I was only a dream could see what I actually am.

I don’t want to talk about anything with you, you always take what’s mine and I always take what’s yours. I’m scared for what the future holds. I’m scared that I won’t be with you till then. Why cant I say anything and everything that comes to my head. But if I do, I can’t be me. I can’t be a person anymore because all of what I say will define what is me and who I am. So I can’t ever say what I want to say to you. I know you’ll hate me and never want me again. But I want you to know me. Like he once did.

I can live, I can cry, I can scream but no matter what I say or do I am still a object no soul or body. Just a thing that can be used again and again no matter how much I break. No matter how much tears overflow my cup, you can never and will never see me say no.

I am consumed by grief of the old self that was once me.

Some things may never change, and I wish they did but no matter how hard I scream or cry they never will. I have to repeat the cycle until eternity.

baby blues 𐫰