Nothing better

the insides of my mind are helpless. and the extreme blood flow is fogging my line of vision. about to let go of her only sanity.


Nothing better.

nothing better.


how does one ever learn to turn grief into happiness? How does one ever learn all of this?


I never learn it. Grief is grief. But happiness represents many things. I never learn the opposite.


The loudest kid is the shiest one. the most colorful as the saddest. and the brighter one makes the darkest. Do you know that saying?


And that makes me’It.’




nothing better.


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