it's like constantly lying,

when your emotions divided.

it's like thinking of dying,

when you have reason for living.

it's like hopelessly praying,

when you dont believe in religion.

the pressure comes rising, like the sun in the morning

i guess im content in these walls,
alone has an echoe
scattered speech in these halls
the hate we let go

I feel the middle area, the in between sighs.

The creases in the sheets.

The gray, the shadow within thoughts.

My feelings never change they just slip.

They slip far from my mind, then theres this burdon,

and then i realize.

The puzzle pieced emotion back together.

I thought those pieces were broken.

anyone have a helping hand?


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i became a white page

was a amazing time ( Read more... )

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Its not that i feel good, but i feel free.
And its something i could get use to.

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