baby step and progression of time.
this is why i`m here.
if you all wanted the brief version of why i`m so fucked up, here it is.
this is my progression of pain.
version 1 "paper pages, watching storms"
start
goodnight
sleep
alone
reflection
hands
colours
when you were
warning
pretending
forever
non victus
progression
character building
clarity?
bitter sweet
sparkle
rain
what do i want
symptoms
your colours
slowly giving up
tequilla
i love i hate
constant
moving
letting go
path1
strong
broken
over her?
can`t
path3
enough
you know
mgf
this is it
resolution version 2 "secondhand book shops"
v.2 scared
v.2 colourless
v.2 gorechi 1
v.2 gorechi 2
v.2 tear drop
v.2 wearing out
v.2 roses
v.2 this is us
v.2 betterman
v.2 nothing anymore
v.2 from those that hope
v.2 from those that love
v.2 goodbye
v.2 fuck valentines
v.2 drowning
v.2 new home
v.2 ouch
v.2 in need of armour
version 3 "foregin shores"
v.3 wolves
v.3 faded grasp
v.3 my father
v.3 our shirt
v.3 outside the fire
v.3 internal bleeding 1
v.3 crushed like paper
v.3 internal bleeding 2
v.3 picture
v.3 trouble breathing
v.3 its not your fault
v.3 on debut
v.3 feel it yet
v.3 crash
v.3 that song is in my veins
v.3 my photo
version 4 "crawl, walk, run, fall"
v.3 dark horse
v.4 past
v.4 that something
v.4 step 1
v.4 step 2
v.4 step 3
v.4 step 4
v.4 step 5
v.4 step 6
v.4 step 7
v.4 step 8
v.4 step 9
v.4 step 10
she is still the tear that hangs inside my soul forever.
i know that very few people who read these diaries know the full story. maybe this will help them understand mine a little better.
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