she was the last of a dying breed, at least that's what she told herself. the same old song, playing on repeat because i think my brain hates me. cast every stone my way because i'll just let it happen. i put so much of myself into all of this because, to be honest, it's all i know. you shrug it all off because you know i'll come running back. you beg for a fight, but you don't even have your own fists raised. lets call it a draw, and move on to the next chapter. the one where the pages aren't even written yet. maybe that's all it will take. maybe that's all i need.