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Tuesday, August 28

Cruel in the kindest ways
The past strips me of sanity
Quietly the line of division progresses
Separation of something so whole
Yet the moments of desperation
Veil the happiness with immense wrong

by: Ingenue  at: 1:37 AM

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Saturday, August 25

As the story goes on from here, I'm all but silent. Very much like stars in the night sky that twinkle oh so quietly. All I do is crumble and crawl back into my little hatch, where nobody sees me but I can see them. So from this hiding place, I lash out and aggress. That's my defence, and by doing so, I feel safe from harm.

As the story ends, I manage to ease my vibrating emotions and put them to rest.

"And whenever I fall at your feet
Do you let your tears rain down on me
Whenever I touch your slow turning pain"


-->James Blunt - Fall At Your Feet (Acoustic)<--