what am i to be? i could swear i've heard sentences over and over, am i just a walking repeat of him? is she just a walking repeat of her? and are we to come out the same as they, or be different in entirety.

what's the point of it all, why stay when the same problem presents itself over and over and we just stand there, listening to it, but doing NOTHING to correct it. we just let it eat us alive, until we're nothing but a shell.

i don't want to be that shell.

your fucking feelings are always in the way of the intricate conversation i crave so much that you could never accomplish. i understand you hurt, but so do i. your a wound that will not heal, no amount of treatment and fix what is now gone, and i wish you knew that.

i could never tell you, i wish that you'd listen to yourself when you breathe, because it sounds a lot like something i hate.

i hope that virus eats you alive, cause i'd never have the heart to do so.

this is under null so i honestly have no clue what this is.. is it a poem, the opening to a short story, lyrics?

consider it a letter that i never sent.

It's just more of toa's fail.

your hilarious, i'm laughing.

You're*
I'm*

Thought you'd want to know how to spell things properly since you're a native english speaker.

i love you.

Topics in Null have to at least be about something most people would care about. I don't think this qualifies.

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