Dependable and safe with the right words for the moment. Steadfast and true.
Chaos of the best kind. Killing me even still. Close my eyes to savor the old pain.
Arid as summer in an hourglass.
Wishful thinking in its most realistic state. Unattainable even in tangible forms.
Walls upon walls of relentless doubt ever grating against my brain.
Oct 10, 2012
Oct 10, 2012 at 1:30 AM UTC
Dependable and safe with the right words for the moment. Steadfast and true.
Chaos of the best kind. Killing me even still. Close my eyes to savor the old pain.
Arid as summer in an hourglass.
Wishful thinking in its most realistic state. Unattainable even in tangible forms.
Walls upon walls of relentless doubt ever grating against my brain.
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