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Oct 27, 2004 17:05

i hate when people ask me what something is or what it means. it is what it is and it means what it means. don't ask me to explain it to you. because i won't. i'd like to say exactly what i'm thinking in that exact moment but, no one will understand. so i keep it to myself, hoping that someone will want to talk to me about how the way the stars look and why we exist.

seeing things from the outside is so much better then looking in from the inside. it's like looking at the sunset and wondering how the pinks and oranges come about and why the clouds like to keep us waiting when it's grey and about to pour. not being heard is a price you pay for keeping your heart locked away never letting anyone in because the pain that will come isn't anything like losing someone you loved forever. i can feel the sharp edges around my heart and the way it's trying to break free from the chains i have wrapped it so tightly with. i won't let you in. i never will. this is the price i pay for falling to fast and stupidly letting someone have my heart. when the sun tells me about the pinks and oranges work and the clouds never keep me guessing again, that's when i'll give my heart away again.

you have nothing to worry about
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