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FOR ME NOTHING REMAINS HERE

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[attr="class","freiwantttop"]BUT THE FRAGMENTS OF MY DREAMS

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getting by pretending to know[break]
what it feels like to feel alive[break]
while suffocating on [break]
every inhibition[break]
crowding my mind

tw: violence, suicide (overdose) and implied child abuse.[break][break]

capsules rattle in mother's hands; heads roll around father's feet. [break][break]

your childhood was perfect until father was found with bloody hands, and you with a knife he made you grasp. mother, who you loved, took you in and brought you to many doctors. none of them could fix your shattered heart. your mother wept, holding what remnants of her precious little girl were left, and went to join the little girl who died; she gave up on you.[break][break]

but father wouldn't do that, would he? no, he opened his arms and let you in like the precious daughter you were... at least, you thought he did. you don't remember much, really. you remember doing really well in school, remember people praising you and saying you'll become a doctor like them one day. you remember father patting your head and taking you to a room, then you don't remember much else. [break][break]

when you do remember, you find blood, and flesh, surrounding your tiny feet and hands. father looks at you, coldly. you're the other one, he says, and you realize that he gave up on you, too.[break][break]

you don't weep the day he dies. rather, you weep the few years to come afterwards. you've followed in his footsteps, taking the lives of people you can't remember, behaving in ways you don't recall. you surrender yourself to your instincts, until a bullet to your leg wakes you up from the dream you nestled too comfortably into. [break][break]

everything is gone next time you awaken, and you break. from those fragments you make something new, and tell yourself that this is you. [break][break]

sadly, a pretty lie is still a lie. [break][break]

hoenn has broken you, and yet you still stay; maybe there's a sick longing for the pain. it's a sick, twisted desire that pushes you - but towards what? you have no goal, but you return to what you've always wanted to do; help people. so you become a nurse, the right way, to help the people around you. [break][break]

sadly, glass will always be glass; fragile and transparent.

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