I am most afraid of early goodbyes. My ice heart, which i believe is unique, is suffering to death. After all the nights i questioned why, i gave up. There is no need to always look for a sad past. Sometimes it just happens that should happen. Yet my icy heart cries after every young body that goes before time. I can't bear to lose anything that touched my life. I'm losing every man i’ve laughed, listened to, watched. I'm talking about unique, irreplaceable pieces.
I know i live in a huge cloud of irony. A girl who has been repeating the lines "if i die young" for years and shed tears, of course, predicts the end of herself. Maybe that's why i’ve internalized cases of overdose, suicide, and more. I'm scared, i’m drawn in. A few have to go out for the brightest star to appear, huh?