eighty one

11-8-15 eight days clean
I want to rewind.
I want to pause it, and let the screen glitch.

I want to stop imagining;
I want to do.

I want to get out of this haze.
I want to start living again.

I want to stop it all,
But I'm not ready for recovery.
- (m.m)

EDIT ABOVE IS MINE. IVE GOT MORE ON MY TUMBLR. I LOVE YOU. <3

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