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Throw me in the dumpster-- No--really--go ahead I know I'm disposable. It's obvious to see that you're tired of me. Have I lost my luster? Have my edges frayed and worn out? Do I have any cracks or pieces missing? Then get rid of me, I'm no good to you. My condition has long past mint, It doesn't meet any passing grade or standard. Too worn, too used; it's gotta go, right? Toss me in the bin and forget about what we had. Those days are long gone, Even the silver-lining on the edge of those memories Have dulled and no longer shine. Best to move on from this dreary scene. Just chuck me into the can, Let go of me, of everything, I am worthle

Old: And when the oceans dry, the mountains crumble, and the world falls into despair... Know that this love of ours will remain eternal. Let the heavens tremble, the earth quake, and hell's gate flood open, but nothing shall break this bond between us. This, I promise... New: Even if the world despairs, and the mountains crumble... Should the sea dry, and the air stagnate... If stars die, and heaven weeps... Hell errupts and life does cease... Know that with my last breath, my final thought, it shall be of you. For I need not the water, nor air. No sea, or sky, or stars above, or all the things between. Just you. You are my air, my star,

Day in Day out Same as always Talk, laugh, share worlds Time passes Next day Out of the blue Anger, hurt, betrayal Not the same But nothing new What difference does it make? It's just another version Of the same old song and dance Of life Stay calm Breathe It's just another set-back Don't let this ruin everything Yes, it hurts But it was an accident Doesn't matter Destroy Destroy it all No, that solves nothing This hurt is better Than being alone, isn't it? Don't walk away Don't lose your head You can't lose any more friends Just breathe Calm down It wasn't on purpose Just an accident Accidents can be forgiven, right? It's hard, yes It'd be e

Screams. That's all they are. A screaming voice in the back of my head. Echoing. Numbing. That's all I ever hear. Screaming. It's what I feel like doing. But I just do what I usually do. Just smile fake-like and walk away. Screaming. Voices yell through me. Screaming at me from all around, there's nothing that can be done. Screaming. Paranoia is all I am. Constantly looking over my back, to make sure that you don't see. See me screaming helplessly, but it's all on the inside. Screaming. Echoes, whirling, swirling echoes inside of my head. Screaming is the only thing I'm hearing within my mind. There's a Voice inside of me.