12-13-16 twenty one days clean!
We live for the days we're more than people,
More than just faces with vacant smiles in a crowd,
But, love, we're already like young gods.

But do young gods drink their days away?
Do young Gods scream curses to the God they feel they can overpower just to place blame on anything but themselves?
Do young gods fall victim to all the hurt in the world and take it out on their own skin, ripping at the layers of guilt until there's nothing left?

Perhaps, we're not young gods.
We just want so desperately to be remembered.
Everyone does.
What a way to be fucking remembered when we're making mistakes like it's green and paper thin.

We can't stand the cold but we're ice cold to the touch.
We're walking contradictions,
Drowning in the sin we can't let go.

This is a dangerous way to live.
We're lying to ourselves,
Sinking further till we get to hell.
- (m.m)

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