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Exactly a year ago from today I was sure I was going to die as my ex repeatedly tortured me for hours on this day.

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“The loneliest moment in someone’s life is when they are watching their whole world fall apart, and all they can do is stare blankly.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby (via thequotejournals)

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I dont wanna live in a world where humans forgot how to he human and where death sounds more peaceful than life -

My mind

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i’m finding a way to live without you.

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I feel like dying , maybe ill be happier that way

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Writing My Escape

You ask me how I choose to get away: The wings of dreams at night can help me fly, with soft words I create my peace by day.

With crystals, shards of hope my mind does play, these stars, ideas upon a paper sky. You ask me how I choose to get away.

I know a way to keep my storms at bay. I’ll paint a view that will refuse to lie, with soft words I create my peace by day.

I mold a thought, a dream like it’s my clay. Each tear is saved away after I cry. You ask me how I choose to get away,

in life I’ve never know another way but holding onto words that lift me high. With soft words I create my peace by day.

Although it seems to be a meek display, the pen stands tall, a rebel never shy. You ask me how I choose to get away, with soft words I create my peace by day.

- Kristen Costello

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Writing My Escape

You ask me how I choose to get away: The wings of dreams at night can help me fly, with soft words I create my peace by day.

With crystals, shards of hope my mind does play, these stars, ideas upon a paper sky. You ask me how I choose to get away.

I know a way to keep my storms at bay. I’ll paint a view that will refuse to lie, with soft words I create my peace by day.

I mold a thought, a dream like it’s my clay. Each tear is saved away after I cry. You ask me how I choose to get away,

in life I’ve never know another way but holding onto words that lift me high. With soft words I create my peace by day.

Although it seems to be a meek display, the pen stands tall, a rebel never shy. You ask me how I choose to get away, with soft words I create my peace by day.

- Kristen Costello

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Conversations with the moon in Skin, Bones, and Too Much Love.

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what the fuck…

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“You know that you really love someone if you don’t hate them for breaking your Heart.”

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These thoughts weren't suppose to come back to me. They were suppose to find me. I swore to myself id never feel this way again.