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Broken hearts don’t equal broken people, But equal broken promises. Broken promises don’t equal broken people, But equal broken hearts.

-e.s

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What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, that’s what you used to say. But how can it make me stronger if it comes in the form of grief and pain? How can it be If the only time I get to talk to you is on this day? If that is how it will be for eternity then we should make this day a holiday. We should throw parties upon rooftops and scream out your name, We should beckon you from your city of light back down to where I keep myself from pressing the button of self destruction and hold your hand until I can hold it no more. Oh god I didn’t mean for us to meet again this way, I promised you we wouldn’t meet until the the clocks had stopped millions of light years away. But I broke my promise and now it is time for me to pay My sins are like the glowing eyes in the forests at night keeping many children awake after light, and all I can do is beg for forgiveness whilst families use me as the example for a long conversation about death and confession. When will it come? When will the day where people won’t stop and stare at the dark and sorrowful clouds come? When will the day come where you and I wouldn’t have died but we had only faded into the distance? It turns out this killed me in a different kind of way.

-e.s

My daily inner monologue.