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Sep 2016
Funny isn't it almost
How we can just brush things straight off
Until they're on our front door

When it hits close to home
That's when that **** cuts us deep
Cuts us bad
Hurts us real good

When you see what is going on around you
That's when you praise the fact you were once blind too
You wished you could see
Now you wish you could unsee
Confused
Lost
Empty

Everything you said begins to play back on you
Everything you did begins to catch up to you

No one is invisible
Unless you close your eyes

Nothing is invincible
Unless you close your eyes

Nothing is reality
Unless you close your eyes

Don't you see?
There is only a life for you with your eyes shut

You can only be happy when you can't see

Things that seemed so clear are clouded by your sobriety

Everything that seemed so near is now lost in the distance

Things that could never touch you
Are now interlocking themselves into your sorrow

They intertwine themselves with your regret

They make a bed on your conscience

They tear away every crumb of sanity that once remained

They collapse with your ability to make rational decisions

They steal everything you stand for

They are your feelings

But now that you see
You have a choice

The voices that screamed to break you
Don't even wake you
The voices that destroyed you clumsily
Now keep you company

You now stand above everything you stood for
You look down at what you could not see from your door
And instead of seeing the world through its corrupt truth
You look past it
Make the life you wish to lead
Feel the feelings you wish to bleed
Peach Pietersen
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Peach Pietersen  20/F/UK
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