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So Apropos
Saw death on a sunny snowFor every life, forego the parable. Seek the light, my knees are cold. (Running home, running home) Go find another lover; To bring and- to string along. With all your lies, you're still very lovable. I toured the light, so many foreign roads For Emma, forever ago. |
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child o' mine
I'm stressed. There, I admitted it. I'm not level-headed, clear-minded or in control. I am not a mature, independent person, nor am I able to handle all obstacles that come my way. I am as vulnerable as the person beside me, I am as helpless and as unstable as the rootless tree. I merely hold on to strength that does not exist, and I live my life with a facade of normalcy, even when inside I can hear them shattering. I feel like the word "crash". Within the expanse of the process, being slowly broken. Bit by bit, like flesh. And I am definitely not able to do this on my own. (I miss the friend I used to depend on when the storm hits. I miss how we used to be, before our own pride and arrogance divided us.) Perhaps confessing all these would help ease the burden, but I have little faith that it will. But nevertheless I need to. Perhaps more than I can explain. |