On solitude
There may be honor in silence, I don't know, I keep battling the need to let my thoughts run amok. My keyboard has become my outlet, an outlet I must use lest I risk everything pouring out of me when I least want or expect it. I try to move past the need for an audience or witness but I live in a world I'm compelled to talk about deeply. I earnestly crave a person for myself, somebody I can selfishly and selflessly indulge in, MY person. I'd love to see my heart outside of my body. Someone who looks to me as something precious and personal. I however walk around chasing highs because they give me a solace, some things you cannot replace. Heroin addicts talk about how even after recovering from their addictions it's still ruined their lives. Nothing comes close to the euphoria of your first hit ever. Even the happiest moments of your life will feel miniscule because of the intensity of the high that heroin gives you. I hate admitting I'm a romantic because I'm p...
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