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You're in My Veins, You Fuck




I’ve searched so many ways of how to delete you from my memory, yet I haven’t found the right one. Perhaps turning you into another fraction of my life would be helping me to erase you.

 Probability 1:
If you were just my favorite song, I could simply repeat you for like 3215 times until my ear blows off. That is what I do with every music that remind me of you; every words of lyrics that took me back to the sight of your figure. I played it often enough until the familiarity itself sicken me. Probably taking much longer time, but I assure you, when another new song was played, I finally feel grateful; for not hearing that particular song no more; for having you gone from the core.

Probability 2:
If you were just a collage of photos hanging on my walls, I could simply took it and throw it away to the floor. Hearing the clinking sound of the glassed frame I carefully put it into is relieving. As if I have finally able to destroy you into little pieces of worthless fragments; as if I have finally able to make peace of your absence.

Probability 3:
It would be best if you were just a pile of dust on every book I haven’t read for so long. I don’t have any reason to get you away as soon as possible other than because I hate you deeply; because even if I don’t want to re-read those books, I just simply hate dusts. Swiping you off of my books would be the easiest way after all. One out of two favorite things of mine is book and I never want it to be covered on something I am allergic to; something I could easily dust off anytime I am reminded of you. 

And again I haven’t found the right way to erase you from my memory; even by imagining you as all of those things; even by manipulate my mind of thinking of you as no more than a smothering strings.

You are not some random things I could just despise anytime I need to. As much as I want you gone, I am not able to make it happen without destroying myself. Because you stay on place which is so vital; shown in the image above and written as this title. 

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