the image is cracked, but so is the view.

Are you afraid, afraid of the truth? In the mirror staring back at you. The image is cracked but so is the view. And the strength of a tree begins in the roots That I tend bury into you At least now the storm can’t blow me away. So crawl inside my head with me. […]

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Pirouetting Into My Prison.

There will never be enough blog entries to fully describe the indignation, anguish and hollowness that swirls inside of myself. I try over and over to drain it from my soul. I keep writing, hoping the next post will be the one that gets it all out in the open, far away from my cold heart. […]

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Such A Waste; You’re Falling From Grace.

I didn’t know you long. I should’ve waited, should’ve given it more time before fusing my world with yours. Why was I impatient? I guess I was just so intrigued by you; I’d never known someone who was intertwined in their mind like I was. And yet, maybe we weren’t so alike after all. I […]

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