I don't like you.
I really don't.
You see these earphones? I wear them not to listen to music or hear a video. It's to avoid every sound you make, every fake gasp, every thought you just so happened to say out loud.
You see these scars?
Burn scars. They were ironed onto my body the day I pressed my skin against the burning truck. The sun had scorched the red paint away. You were edging closer and closer to me.
You to my left and the 150 degree metal to my right....and I choose the metal.
I can't stand you. Every time I see you my body's fight or flight reaction takes place. I want to run to that maggot infested meat freezer where the howls of Hades' victims can be heard. I'd much rather hide there.
And when you're not here oh how I adore each echo.
The walls seem to be ten feet taller. The breeze ten degrees cooler. The beats with more rhythm. You honestly don't know how much I love you not being here.
Who knows maybe later I'll regret everything...
but then again...
they say the bottom of the ocean is beautiful.
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