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The idea of all this to myself And only to myself To think it would be only my eyes, That I would sigh, and only I could hear – The space, the vastness of the dark, The room for nothing, And Nothing itself – Terrifies even the sun, Which explodes at the thought Over and over and over If this truth is only meant for me, If I am the only one to know And the only one to feel and remember Like this I am almost selfish in my need to share So that there might be some understanding So that I wouldn’t be the only one to record Such responsibility in these emotions (No more -- these secrets I can’t keep!) The idea of all this to myself, And that this life would only be known to me – Oh, such destruction! Someday the world should feel this, too I wish it so desperately.
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Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
The Way I Feel
The idea of all this to myself And only to myself To think it would be only my eyes, That I would sigh, and only I could hear – The space, the vastness of the dark, The room for nothing, And Nothing itself – Terrifies even the sun, Which explodes at the thought Over and over and over If this truth is only meant for me, If I am the only one to know And the only one to feel and remember Like this I am almost selfish in my need to share So that there might be some understanding So that I wouldn’t be the only one to record Such responsibility in these emotions (No more -- these secrets I can’t keep!) The idea of all this to myself, And that this life would only be known to me – Oh, such destruction! Someday the world should feel this, too I wish it so desperately.
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noelle-ski
Jan 30, 2015
Jan 30, 2015 at 6:55 PM UTC
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