"Sometimes a piece of sun burned like a coin in my hand..."
I want to say so much more than I know how to say. But I don’t have the words and I don’t have the courage and conviction to stand behind them.
I want to be who you think I am: it would be so much easier than reintroduction, but all I can be is this. Perhaps you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you what is underneath this façade that you have grown so accustomed to. The me I am when you are not looking.
People take and take and take what they want, and they see what they want when it fits what they need, conveniently forgetting that still waters run deep.
Fragments do not make a whole.
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I want to say so much more than I know how to say. But I don’t have the words and I don’t have the courage and conviction to stand behind them
I want to be who you think I am: it would be so much easier than reintroduction, but all I can be is this. Perhaps you wouldn’t even believe me if I told you what is underneath this façade that you have grown so accustomed to. The me I am when you are not looking.
People take and take and take what they want, and they see what they want when it fits what they need, conveniently forgetting that still waters run deep.
Fragments do not make a whole.
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…
I want to say so much more than I know how to say. But I don’t have the words and I don’t have the courage and conviction to stand behind them