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Its hard to find that sparkle in a world intent of flashes its something I cant put my heart on. I wish I could. but I cant. not yet. I was broken along the way to love and I think I dont know how to put it all back to what it used to be to be me. it wasnt stolen. I took it back. but its in pieces. the only way to get the scars out is to melt it all down and let it smelter. when it reforms I have a choice over which shape I take, but I am so afraid of the process, I cant look at the flashes to catch the spark to light the fire.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
Mercury rising. *whose afraid of the big bad whoosh?
Its hard to find that sparkle in a world intent of flashes its something I cant put my heart on. I wish I could. but I cant. not yet. I was broken along the way to love and I think I dont know how to put it all back to what it used to be to be me. it wasnt stolen. I took it back. but its in pieces. the only way to get the scars out is to melt it all down and let it smelter. when it reforms I have a choice over which shape I take, but I am so afraid of the process, I cant look at the flashes to catch the spark to light the fire.
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Feb 1, 2014
Feb 1, 2014 at 7:18 PM UTC
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