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Cope

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No one wants to deal with pain.

Why would someone care for inconvenience.

It's incongruent. And I get it.

I'm just so fucking desperate to just talk to someone.

Just pretend that everything is normal.

I don't even know why I feel this way now. The human mind is mystery. A sadistic fucking mystery.

I thought I was stabilizing.

But I guess that's just what life is.

Fucking up and down like a merry go round.

No matter how well things are going.

Fuck.

I don't blame you.

I get it.

Everything went swimmingly but then cracks started to appear.

Doubt seeped in.

And the easiest solution is not to solve it. Abandon it.

I get it.

Part of me hates you for it. But it's human nature and really who fucking cares.

Who gets that involved.

Who falls that hard.

It's the hope. I guess.

That's what it has to be.

Fuck, it made me hard.

I'll be that knight in shining armor.

But I'm not perfect.

Sometimes I'll appear to be pathetic.

Mostly to myself.

I can't help hating myself.

I know because I've tried.

For years.

I can't stop.

I just want the day to come when this all stops.

And I can have some peace.

Please, lord, if you exist, beyond all the fucking odds, grant me peace.

That's how low I'll stoop.

That's how desperate I am.

Right now, my plan is to get dressed and leave.

Buy a pack of cigarettes.

Pack a moleskin and a pen.

And walk.

Through the night.

Reach the bar of my choice.

Listen to some amatuer jazz.

Get distracted by the sights.

Cry on the inside.

Pray to die.

Drink.

Smoke.

Cum.

Feel empty inside.

Crash in an intoxicated heap.

Wake up and do it all over again.
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