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    06-11-2010
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    Like violence, you have me.
    Forever and after.

    06-11-2010, 10:02 geschreven door outburst

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    Damn.
    I feel so worthless.

    06-11-2010, 10:01 geschreven door outburst

    13-09-2010
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    You don't understand how difficult this is.
    This is much more than me just being too damn stubborn.
    Only after time and hard effort can I open my doors.
    So give me time alone, let me do my work.
    It's going to be a long hard struggle, but I'll open them.
    I know you've been waiting and I'm sorry I can't move faster
    But I'm working as fast as I can, and this really is my best.
    Understand I love you and I don't want to let you down.
    But I can't do this alone.
    I need you to understand, I need you to help me knock down these walls.
    I need you to see that this isn't easy for me, I need you to see these walls the way I do.
    You already have my heart. You already have all I have.
    Just be patient please.

    13-09-2010, 17:37 geschreven door outburst

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    Time suddenly seemed to stand still, as if the universe wanted me to suffer the pain while it revelled in me.
    The frosty white scene outside beckoned to me to take me as its sole prisoner.
    And I resigned to let it take me.
    The people passing by my door were further away from me than they actually were as I was submerged and forced under choppy seas made up of confused emotions and unsaid words.
    Somewhere far away the whistle blew and the train pulled off and only then did the reality of losing you turn my heart into a pincushion stabbed by a thousand needles.


     


     

    13-09-2010, 17:36 geschreven door outburst

    06-09-2010
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    I remember days when I'd think of you and my stomach would lurch, my heart would beat songs you sang to me on the hood of your car under a glistening memory of the first night we spent together.
    Tonight, I watched you drag your bags along the tiles, the scraping of the wheels on my throat, constricting, hurtful.
    I was shaking my head as you walked away without one glance back.
    And slowly everything began to fade.

    06-09-2010, 18:02 geschreven door outburst

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    We fall down as ashes again, as we burn ourselves with lies.
    Pretending to care for one another.
    Hoping today is the day we die, so that we don't have to keep up with our own selfish sense of pride.
    And give into our consciousness, admitting that we deceived your eyes.
    Because we feed off of sympathy, and push our false lives for attention.
    So now you see us in a better light, when we do not deserve this admiration.
    But we continue to vomit dishonesty, hoping you do not discover our limitation.
    And now the trust starts to fluster, because we know you're lying too.

    06-09-2010, 17:58 geschreven door outburst

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