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Why is it that the hardest part about being nice is accepting that other people are just NOT? And not just any people! People you love and cherrish. People only you know. The ones that stay with you forever. People who hurt you everytime they get love, as if they were desperately looking for hate instead. People who spend most of their life being high on misery and crazyness. God how I pitty them! They sit at your door step crying for forgiveness looking all fucked up and you know its because they're coming down...nothing is real...you almost wish they weren't either. But you keep taking them in with arms wide open. They beg you not to hate them because they hate themselves enough.
The courage to leave. You get it from pitty and discust, from knowing lonleyness is better than their company. You're relieved by the simplicity of a long warm bath, by the sound of your own breathing.
Nothing seems to get me warm tonight. As I desperately look for a place to lay my thoughts to rest, as I worry helplessly about your fate. You won't dream of me as you sleep it off but you'll remember me tomorrow. You'll think of the touch of my cheek on yours as I hug you farewell and know it's the last time you'll feel my arms wrapped around you. My poor child! You will think of me.