I am reckless in my life. The rush of each thrill burns brightly, searing me in a desire for distraction as a desperate attempt to feel something.

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I am reckless in my life. The rush of each thrill burns brightly, searing me in a desire for distraction as a desperate attempt to feel something.
Consumed by thoughts so badly I ache. I love in a desperate way.
Is anyone happy? They are living in blind optimism with the ugly rat race, desperate suburbanites who never could quite understand beauty or love.
Sometimes I can't stand how I love you. All of me wild, deep, desperate I am yours, don't you know?