I don’t like inconsistency. It makes me really confused, mentally traumatic and lost.
It’s sometimes painful but sometimes it’s completely therapeutic.
It’s sometimes depressing but sometimes it’s really carefree.
It sometimes wakes me up at 4am crying but sometimes it drifts me off to a peaceful slumber.
It sometimes drives the blades into my flesh but sometimes it heals my deepest wounds.
White lies are lies you tell to defend someone from your own dirty little demons. They are invisible lines not everyone is meant to cross, for not everyone has what it takes to cross.
A face is still the same face, but the soul will never be the same.
Up, up and away.
I don’t think I recognize that.
Stop. It’s either you or me.
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