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what if we’re all characters in a book

WHAT IF WHEN YOU FORGET WHAT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY IT’S THE AUTHOR BACKSPACING

guys why isn’t everyone reblogging this it’s a scientific breakthrough

and when you’ve had a sense that you’ve been through a certain day or moment before, it’s cuz the author is re-writing the same part of the story, just with better context

(Source: getsby, via youshouldbestudyinglol)

The Ghost Chronicles (Still Waters Run Deep)

When I was ten I had my first true thoughts of suicide

See way back then I had many nightmares of losing time

I felt betrayed by life, misunderstood by friends

Ashamed of by my mom, outcasted by the rest

So yes, I became an introvert

My shell was the only safe-haven that I had from getting hurt

And it kept getting worse, I started Middle School

And tumbled down a never-ending spiral full of ridicule

Kids can be really cruel, I’m surprised I learned shit

Up in that circus, I wondered if I deserved this?

All through High School, it remained the same

I started turning numb, succumbed to the um…pain

I would come home, mama always gon

Or even when she was sleep or on the phone

She’s always been good to me, and love is what she’s always showed me

But I was living lonely, like “man, don’t nobody know me”

Hardly ever spoke in school, and rarely when at home

Now if you did that for almost 7 years, you’d probably be cold

And socially awkward, That’s why I don’t be talkin

I feel like a feral child, fresh from out the coffin

I suffered from anxiety and depression on my own

Kept a smile on my face just so nobody would know

My obsession with death was just a reflection of stress

That had become so repressed that it had turned into mess

It had destroyed me like meth does to a young person’s flesh

It ate away my chest, attacked my heart like a pest

Three attempts… and a notebook full of poetry

That could prolly turn the coldest, meanest eyes into flowing streams

I see remnants of memories I wish I could forget

Me and my baggy jeans, sitting on the basement steps

Balling my eyes out…

Wondering if they would remember or if I was just a waste of breath…

I wished somebody would just come and…(*pops*) shoot me down

(nnnnn)

You think you know me, but you don’t know…how I got cold, how I got ghost