mirrored conversations..
you told me not to go to the place i found cold comfort.. you told me not to fall in too deep.. you told me to understand.. you told me that emotion was a canvas where you held freedom in your hand and painted a world where loves wings rivalled all you knew.. you told me to know myself for the day there was no one left.. you told me i could hide when fear consumed.. but who can i trust when your voice is my own?