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Stop

STOP

It wont happen again, im so sorry, i need help, youre helping
Please dont call anyone. Im not crazy i promise
I love you, im sorry. I can stop
Stop
It wont happen again, not like last time, it will never go that far
Please dont call, i said im not crazy
I love you so please stop
Stop
I have a cold, im staying home, thank you for getting me cold medicine
You have nothing to worry about I promise
I love you so stop
Stop
Why was the door locked? Oh I got scared…
Keep it always locked, hafta stay prepared
Im not crazy i promise, I love you
The what? The cold medicine? Why is it all gone?
Oh shit i spilt it...shit she knows somethings wrong
It wont happen again, Im so sorry, i still need help, youre helping
Dont step on the glass you’ll cut yourself, ill clean it up tomorrow
It wont happen again, not like last time, it will never go that far again
Please dont call, I said im not crazy
Put the phone down, i said put it down, go to bed
I love you, god dammit
So stop
Stop
Found what? Fuck
I had to to stop shaking, you dont understand, I need help, youre helping
I only drove once, it wasnt 5 bottles, stop exagerating, 5 wouldnt fit under the front seat anyways
It wont happen again, im so sorry, i still need help, youre helping
Please dont call anyone, you know im not crazy, you know me
I love you okay so stop
Yours is dead? Yeah you can use my phone. Passcode? I forget let me see…
That one was easy to predict, i can change my own passcode if i want
Stop
Im fine, its just a cold, dont touch my nose it hurts, from too many tissues, its fine
Stop, Just fucking stop, i love you, ill be in bed in 10 mins…go
Good morning, oh sorry fell asleep on the couch
My eyes, my eyes are fine, whats wrong with you?
What? What foil? The cat likes playing with balls of it.
You’re acting crazy, look at yourself, i dont know why its black inside, ask the cat
Youre the most beautiful girl on earth, i love you but you already knew that
Stop
In my pocket? No i dont have to show you anything
Youre not my god damn mother
Its nothing, I swear, I love you
I dont know where it came from
Its not mine, its a friends, I found it on her desk at work, so it took it to protect her from being caught
I dont even know what it is, I love you so stop
Ill get rid of it on my own, stop staring at my nose, youre acting crazy, go to bed
See you in the morning
Fucking cunt
Stop

This is not love, this is fear, this is hate, this is self mutilation, destruction, damnation
I was a late bloomer as far as knowledge goes
In 5th grade when others where learning what 69ing was and how to put a jimmy on i was learning what shade of gel pen fit my canvas better
15 years later i learned what shade coincides with methamphetamines, well that color wasnt in my gel pen set. Number 3 pink, number 8 blue, number 5 meth...i dont think so
15 years later i learned that cold medicine could contain enough alcohol to cause a relapse to a struggling alcoholic
15 years later i learned that im sorry meant nothing, that i love you meant i could care less if you were dead or alive, that i promise means im lying
15 years later i learned that balls of tin foil with black inside wasnt the cat getting into my leftover meatloaf from the night before
google explains alot if you describe clearly what you’re looking to find out
Even 15 years later, call my naive, but i never wanted to learn
I was happy sewing my new placemats to match the napkins I just made the week prior and learning what pattern was best
Completely content in my land of old bubble gum pop, crochet hooks, pinteresting cat pictures and teaching myself the occasional italian phrase
This is what I wanted to learn, not that what you see on Dr. Phill is real, or on Cops for that matter.
You taught yourself to claw your way closer and closer to death while I begged and pleaded to live
So stop
I stayed too long...
That wont happen again, im so sorry, i need help, you helped



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