I’m stoned on a nice boat ride. I fake a smile, you fake a life.
MAGGIE BOWYERI can scream into every passing storm cloud, but that will not bring you back. I can yell at god as i sob over crinkled pictures, but all i can grasp are memories.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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When you are starved for a moment of relief, you’ll eat their poison by the mouth full, no questions until the digestion leads to new problems.
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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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If we found out tomorrow that oxygen was poisonous I would try to spend forever in your exhales.
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I was only ten the first time I remember getting stabbed. My agony pierced the air with a sickening scream.
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December sinks in like a cold shouldered old friend. I try to stretch, reach my toes, but my own bones feel covered in snow.
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There was no way to save her. Believe me i wanted to. But how could I, when I could barely save myself.
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I’m actually great at being alone. It was being abandoned that was hard.
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What started as a friendly fire quickly turned into assassination. What did i do to jump to number one in your hit list?
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It has been years now and you still remain, blood stains splattered across my brain. Its not that you were the first woman that I loved, you were the first person I memorized properly.
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There are versions of myself I will never recover, stolen by moments i will forever remember.
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You were right I don’t think I was good for your mental health But I highly doubt anyone could be.
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I hope you grow. I hope you change. It almost didn’t fazed me, when you chose her. You always wanted what you ‘have.
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Don’t you know that shedding your pain only makes it reverberate.
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On my worst days, my brain tries to trick me into wishing I stayed. It’s really trying to convince me that I didn’t deserve to survive.
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Have I been buried alive by chronic pain? I can taste the dirt as they put me in the earth, thick on my lips like the honey that drips down my lips.
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