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Got shown an awesome band called Bright Eyes thanks to Ritch Simpkin. Got inspired to write some new shit
You cant just say whatever you feel is right, even when you feel like drunken hearts speak of sober minds. You can’t make a roach from old photographs, and I can’t just say I’m sorry after seven years, because far too much has changed. But what’s worse is that I’m afraid, that I’m still very much the same. But with no one around to say goodnight, I’m even too scared to say hello, incase I have to say goodbye. You said “I can’t go, will you stay with me tonight?” My hand was already held too tight. “What if I can’t let go? I don’t know. Let’s just get some sleep tonight.” And in the morning the dawn will break the night, and the sun only hurts my eyes. But you were always in the light, and I always on the wrong side. So you turned on your side, and you trapped me with your eyes. I was captivated by the features of your face and I froze the moment in time. And a smile alighted your face from where love hides. You said “I’ll never leave your side.” I wish I never said, “I’ll always stay and I’ll never say goodbye.” Now you say some things I say are mean, I say it’s only to hide my insecurities. I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I lied to you.
"My dearest Sixsmith, I shot myself through the roof of my mouth this morning with Vivian Ayrs’ Luger. A true suicide is a paced, disciplined certainty. People pontificate suicide is a coward’s act. Couldn’t be further from the truth. Suicide takes tremendous courage. Don’t let them say I killed myself for love. I had my infatuations, but we both know in our hearts who is the sole love of my short, bright life."