B▲PTISM

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i don’t know how to unchain my heart from this prison. cuffs clasped loose, like a trick question. what the hell am i supposed to do with this? i can barely stand to be in my own skin yet i happen to be melting into something completely unfamiliar, but heard of through ages. this is way too deep, this hurts too much. i can’t even look up without getting chills. 

i just wanna look like a bad ass bitch..

i don’t have a choice but to keep moving until i die.

You’re amazing.

But I don’t know if it’s me or you that’s making me feel kind of used…I’m hoping it’s just my insecurity setting in.

there is no such thing as forgetting.

it takes a miracle to push someone to their limit and help them to become their best. i don’t know which was the miracle: being in an abusive relationship, or getting out of it and finding someone real. with heart. either way i’ve grown and become someone completely foreign on the inside. i still hurt a lot, and my insecurities are still pooling behind my eyes and causing me to cry. i’m still impatient and ridden with angst. however, i now truly understand how the things that don’t kill you make you stronger. i’ve acquired a faith and a knowledge i never thought i’d have before. the only thing that miracle brought that i wish i never had is the memory of how i got this way. at random my brain will play a silent movie of what i used to believed was love. i have a terrible of habit of falling back into the feeling of wanting to save something that could never be salvaged.