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you know, it's hard to stand up while everyone around is tearing you apart piece by piece. you know that. i know you remember that feeling. you're in a room full of people, aquaintances, "friends" even... but you feel like you're all by yourself. you know that feeling. where everyone wants something from you so you fall to pieces trying to construct something great that'll please them all. trying to make choices easier. trying to please yourself in the process. trying to make sure everything has been reviewed. every decision weighted out in your head.
happiness is such a fickle word... emotion. i'd much rather be content. can't we just be content?
love doesn't choose a time or a place. it takes no time outs or acknowledges waving white flags... & it would be so much easier to just send both of you off on your seperate ways... god, it feels like my heart is going to collapse when i say that. love. is love like that?
happiness is such a fickle word... emotion. i'd much rather be content. can't we just be content?
love doesn't choose a time or a place. it takes no time outs or acknowledges waving white flags... & it would be so much easier to just send both of you off on your seperate ways... god, it feels like my heart is going to collapse when i say that. love. is love like that?