I want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
MAGGIE BOWYERI want to carve my insides out with a rusty spoon. It would be less painful.
More Maggie Bowyer Quotes
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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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The very act of surviving in a world that does nothing but reject you is an act of revolution.
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Be proud of a body that bares the burden of being buried only to bloom.
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I 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.
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I’m not sure if I’m to blame for all my relationship failures. But when I look at the wreckage I am the only commonality.
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The burns didn’t hurt this badly when we were on fire.
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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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I want to find my soul rather than lose it.
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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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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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I’d rather suffer in silence than be subjected to deafening stares. I feel like I’m in an abusive relationship with my body, no one can see the bruises.
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I knew i was losing you, But when you tossed me into the mail box it finally hit me- I was losing me.
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I should have known when I started to fall in love, It was never meant to last long.
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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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I screamed and cried but only because i wanted to make this right. Instead, I sat alone, shivering watching the evening turn into night.
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