12. // REEM

the guilt is a ribbon noose today, what can i do? where can i go? i don't have the energy to walk out, i want to, but i'm too tired, i just walked out so many times already, walked my heart dead. take a questionable pill and lay there, i guess.

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i am falling out of my eyes into my mouth because i can only utter what i haven't seen, i can only touch the faces of the mentally unstable, of the emotionally forgotten.

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you are no longer a simple human being waiting for the right time to meet another simple human being to start a simple bourgeois family smiling at the risk of pissing everyone off with your beige behaviour, NO - you are not that. you are my chosen page out of a simplistic russian novel, trained in jewels and makeshift. always.

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all the reasons to take my shoes from that car and run as fast as my heart will take me through the dead asphalt (roaring engines in our faces & security guards always tip-toeing to hear about our love stories).