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frostyangel

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Is it really about that time,
that time where I would always
get this little remind.

I have this stubborn
silent fight, one that
I could never make
right..

Sometimes, the only
colors I can identify
are black and white

I close my eyes and
the images are so
unbelievably real.

These unsacrificing
hiden messages reach
toward me, there is a shadow
of the things that I
have already been forced to
see while the background is
defining what is to follow.

How I begin to erase this
dreadful empty emotion
boxed within my own
puzzles me with denial

I see a silent silhoutte that I can
drag with your eyes in and out
of every curve of my blind spot
reguarding my memories..

I'm absolutely crazy for you,
I would be brave for
everything you ever need
to do, but I am to stubborn
for my own needs.

If I could sing like an
angel that you can
be at ease with my
demons I hold dear
to my mind.

I wish you could describe
how the jagged edges
of my dissipated heart.
I know you just pretend
that you always understand
So you can make all my
weakness stronger.

I do not want to question
anymore the reason of
what is this all really for.

I'm trying to just live with
out the reminder of what
you did to me. Every breath,
every tear, every phrase
from a song that I need to
turn down because it brings
this shallow pit of remembrance
of how I use to feel

I am just trying to find a better
way to breath through another
night.​
 
i love you, and i'm so happy that we got over our stupidness, and became good friends again. it hurts me to think all the memories we missed out on, between loving and hating each other. until recently, i had completely forgotten some of the memories.... i'm looking at a picture right now, of you me and mike, and thinking... boy, what a different world we had back then, totally oblivious to pain, responsibility, and heartache. and how quickly it can all change in a blink...
 
The last two stanzas really hit me; they cut right to the bone:

I'm trying to just live with
out the reminder of what
you did to me. Every breath,
every tear, every phrase
from a song that I need to
turn down because it brings
this shallow pit of remembrance
of how I use to feel

I am just trying to find a better
way to breath through another
night.
 
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