Hi.
It's still me.
Although my brain has decided to distribute its chemicals in an order that makes nothing seem to have sense, I still keep the necklace you gave me in our first trip to your favourite place.
Even when the pain is the only thing that keeps all the remaining feelings tightly strained in a locked up cage... I still think about the day you told me to remember, when the wind washed away our worries and tears felt like nothing but the rain of November when it's the middle of May.
It may seem silly, stupid and lazy when I say that I do not want the chain to take me away- it feels like an old friend, the pain when they held up a sign just to say... Are you too weak to deal with today.
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My life is just counting down, crossing out days like running through a maze that ends in a room with ten doors and a maze behind everyone of them except for one. What does it hide, you might ask. Well. It depends on whose you unmask.
Behind it for me is a land with tall trees and a few colors guiding the way. The weather just right and a huge house with sights and a camera and you by my side.
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