Tuesday, July 27, 2010
banging your head against a steel wall.
pain.
stabbing at your heart with a knife.
pain.
smiling through the tears.
pain.
pretending to not know.
pain.
acting like everything's ok.
pain.
the significance is lost. and efforts are futile. the night is long and cold. and one seeks solace in nothing, but the empty room, and the memories of what once was. the consequences, of unconditionality.
i'm gna fail my gp if i continue writing like that. incoherent, disjunct thoughts and sentences. sigh.
rachel ♥
11:44 PM
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