'i have so much thoughts so often i ought to replace that slot with what i once bought; somebody stole my car radio, and now i just sit in s i l e n c e.' - twenty one pilots
(dedicated to inlovewtbooks for being such an awesome roommate :-) )
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i gnaw my pen,
blow bubblegum,
bite my lips until they
bleed.
i do anything
anything
to stop thinking.
i wish i could block out the buzzing sounds in my ears.
hours and hours i spend scrawling random poetry
in red ink.
hours and hours i spend
shoving earbuds in my ears,
and pressing play
trying to block out my thoughts with music.
my thoughts are the raging seas and the endless distractions are the dams.
how could you? i keep thinking.
how can you not understand?
YOU ARE READING
don't give up on me
Short Storydistance means so little when someone means so much. this is the story about a girl and two boys: one with stacks of papers covered in dreams, hopes and green ink, and one a thousand miles away.
