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(Source: partly-me, via oceaniceyes)
And yet my mind will not be silenced. It is ravaged by these many millions of thoughts, insecurities, nightmares. My skull has been worn into the shape of my words. I wonder how I sleep at night with the weight of the world on top of me. I hate myself. I am dark and cruel and I am not like you. I will never be like you. For the rest of my life I will struggle to simply form a sentence and you will write novels with a single word. When someone said life wasn’t fair they must not have known how absolutely right they were.