I can feel how I want to feel...if you disagree with me...I don't know, fuck you? You can disagree with me on facts, but not my innards. You don't have to accept it but that's how shit is. The alcohol just brings it all to the surface...it spills out of my mouth, out through my skin, I stink of truth...truths that I internalized, that forced me to break breakables....just to prove a point. You keep trying to convince me that I'm wrong in my actions, wrong in my thoughts and words. But I only wanted to be with you. Just tell me you don't want to be with me, not for my mind, but for my hands, my knuckles, my skull, glass, plaster, drywall...give them all a break, because I will break it all for you or because of you, with love or hate.
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