Bring me to life. Say what needs to be said, because silence is the most powerful scream. Speak truth and whisper the words to let me go. Take a walk without your shoes on - remove the rubber barrier that prevents the grass from tickling your toes. Your beauty controls and confuses.
Fuck.
What am I doing?
Inner peace feels like cherries in spring and the leaves in August. It's like scratching an itch. Like finding a perfect puddle of water.
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Dead Inside
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I do read your blog. It's a little dark for my taste =P But it's the only way I know how you're doing. You better not turn suicidal on me! We're coming to visit you next week.
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