Take Two - Take a Blue and it'll feel OK.

I want to get high off the four-letter word that drives through my brain. I guess I just simply misunderstood everything you said as something more. I never know how to be me anymore. I want you to scream at me and to float into outer space; to be caught in the mainframe of the supercomputer computing my every step. Your shirts are pressed and labeled to the bone, and your smile is just an anchor free from the storm. I hate feeling so apathetically afloat. I'm sick of wasting my time writing about you.

And what's to be done of a heart that has lost it's tact? Seven broken mirrors that just feed the black cat. Bad luck doesn't only follow me, but it loves to bite my ass. A candle lit up a part of me I forgot I had, and I never felt so scared to be a passing fad. Tell me you'll love me when you forget about my past. I know I messed up, but this is an opportunity that I just can't pass up anymore. I'm feeling tired and sore from all the winding and unwinding that takes place during your storm. You are my hurricane, spinning around my thousands of little words. You make me feel weak inside and you turn up the fear. And so, I devised a plan that will set your tears around my throat. I'll disappear and you'll never know, no one will ever know, if I'll reappear again.

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Thank you for everything and for setting off these words like bullet trains running at Godspeed. These are my famous last words, and if anyone ever finds them, I hope that they'll never go to waste.

This is goodbye
This is the end