Missing this or that, All in time, All in death.
This is all so clear....
Its a silent type of tragedy.
the kind that tears at your very being, making the barely stable core that you had shake and tremble under the sheer force of it
The kind that makes you want to tear the walls down in a screaming passion
Oh how i love my sweet misery...
But is it worth it?
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Where did i go wrong?
What sign did i ( Read more... )
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as do the tears running down my face.
i am angry. why cant this be better?
i slept through it. you let me.
ive wanted so much to just throw my arms around you for more than the few seconds you let me.
how can you have sat and written this so calmly??
i was there and you were singing. . . how can you write so passionatly as to bring others to tears and be singing whilst doing so? i am amazed by you. . . i dont understand it at all. . .
i sit here, cold and confounded, peering through broken eyes. . .
how could you have written this so calmly???
forgive any oddities when you return today.
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