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
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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)<-- |