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I didn't always frown so much. Used to not look so tired day after day. It might be the possibility of that tumor in my skull. Could be all the things I saw before it began. My back used to feel like a back, not a single sharp bit of pain every moment of the day. I forget what it felt like...I forget. There goes my legs...

I always wanted to talk with the other kids, wanted to play and pretend. Fill my imagination and my worlds so I could make it a reality. I didn't play so well with kids; they thought I was always too weird. Now when someone wants to talk with me I start to feel sick. MY hands are always shaking..I can't draw like I used to. I sometimes have vomited after talking with people.  There goes my hands...

I didn't know what love was and I was happy with an abusive relationship. I felt raped but I couldn't talk to people. Who wants to hear about rape when you're a guy? Fuck you, and suck it up. I detest the human form. Sex terrifies me. I want to be loved....I don't feel loved... There goes my heart...

Everyone who seems to message me just wants something. They want information. They want to use me. They say they like what I do but they don't want to support me. I can't even distinguish who is real or who is after something. I treat them all the same and speak like a robot. Stay away from me. I can't be too silly, I can't be so formal. I can't be me, I can't be respected, I can't be liked. I am just a voice behind text. I don't feel human. I feel sterilized.

 There goes my humanity.

He comes to me and we talk for a bit. I'm so tired. I'm always so tired. We keep talking. Speak of dreams. He's patient with me, thinks all the things I'm saying are wrong with me, are cute. I feel wrong. I've wanted to die for so long. I feel like the world has ended for me so many times. I wanted to die but I'm so angry with everyone, just living is my spite. He takes away the anger.

I can feel his hands taking mine. He starts dragging me, looking at all those flaws. I'll never have my youth back. My back will never stop hurting. My hands will never stop shaking. My virginity, my purity will never be given back. He has the patience when no one else around me wanted to.

I've lost so much. He gave me more.  

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Published: 9 years, 8 months ago
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terrymouse
9 years, 8 months ago
Seems to be a rather touching story, something of an allegory between you and your significant other (sorry, names escape me right now)?
Floofy
9 years, 8 months ago
It's Zen(uel) If I remember correctly.
terrymouse
9 years, 8 months ago
" nematrec wrote:
It's Zen(uel) If I remember correctly.

That's it!
Steelbat
9 years, 8 months ago
I have two arms that don't belong to me anymore.
KNIFE
9 years, 8 months ago
I can give you some of my feelings, I don't seem to have a use for them anymore..or at least in a diminished capacity. :)
Wtfkid1
9 years, 8 months ago
This is art. I have no other words to describe the beauty of this. Your submissions remind me of...many things and...I love what you give to us. And I am sad that I can't give anything back, other than words on a screen. I wish I could do something but...I don't know how. I love your art and your words. You give me such beautiful words and pictures that makes me want to hug you. I love you. I hope your life is filled with happiness and joy.

Love: Some kid with depression, autism, and anxiety. (I'm not joking. I have all of these.)
ShaneFrost
9 years, 8 months ago
You are kind with your words. There are things that give back to myself more than others might consider. The ability to share words with another, have an understanding or enable an emotional response, is a rewarding experience. Your words give what many others find hardship in producing, or are incapable under their own views to express. I thank you kindly.
Floofy
9 years, 8 months ago
There is much I would say if I had the words to do so. Sadly I do not.
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