23rd May 2009

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he was there last night, he told me to do it. he told me it would make him happy, becuase he would be free. he took his form, why his form. he isnt him. is he? so he told me last night, that his life was worth more than mine. and if i loved him, i would do anything for him. he told me he loved me. he kissed me. it was cold. the knife, not the kiss. it was full of love. he handed it over, he said hed drink my tears as i died. he said hed never forget me. he said my life wasnt worth living. i felt his hands over mine, over the leather handle, over my chest. he said if it hurts hed stop the pain. he lieing, i told him. “bitch, what you say?” “nothing.” “good.” i was shaking, i could hear my heart. i felt the blood circulating my body, my soul. me. i could feel him. he wanted me to let him out.

did you write that shieeeet?

(via heehehelen)