Lately, I've been going through a rough spot with the person I hold most dear to me. Everything I do, is it a mistake? It must be, how can I hurt you? The only person who makes me feel happy, the only person who (by literally, just looking at them. Knowing they're in the room) makes me feel fucking happy, and mostly sane. I've said I felt this way before, previously. Well, it is a dull memory, a simple time eater compare to this.

"See, the sea wants to take me
The knife wants to slit me
Do you think you can help me?
Sad veiled bride, PLEASE BE HAPPY..."

I'm sorry I can't say the right things. I want to make everything perfect for them. Every moment spun of the finest diamonds, glittering and heart aching. I make myself ill. All the torment I complain about from others, and bring the one person I need the very same torment. The joke must be on me--

Ha. Ha. ha.

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