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came home from school I'm seeing hell again.

its not all that great that the only excitement i can get comes in the form of an educational establishment. the only place i can find people i can relate. but no one to fully lool forward to seeing.

how boring to not have anyone to fixate my sights on

no one to think about endlessly and dream about on the nights that I blast music against my ears that may be going deaf. no one to dream about, how whomever would drag their fingers through my hair without it feeling like claws searing against my scalp. i hope the dream of my dreams reveal themselves to me without the sandman throwing sand against my eyes and blinding myself from my dear obsession and love for whomever. 

-E, Everything I could ever hope to dream