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Tears fall on torn pages. It's so hard to say my feelings. So I write them down in notebook pages. Some you'll never see. Some you probably will. It depends on its purpose; to say something or to express inner thoughts. I feel like I'm tearing or I'm slowly ripping apart. Torn between too many things and making too many decisions. It's all adding up to some climactic event where I finally explode and my thoughts seep through. How much longer can I hold it all in? I can only spill so many tears until I start spilling words.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
Spilling
Tears fall on torn pages. It's so hard to say my feelings. So I write them down in notebook pages. Some you'll never see. Some you probably will. It depends on its purpose; to say something or to express inner thoughts. I feel like I'm tearing or I'm slowly ripping apart. Torn between too many things and making too many decisions. It's all adding up to some climactic event where I finally explode and my thoughts seep through. How much longer can I hold it all in? I can only spill so many tears until I start spilling words.
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Jun 13, 2012
Jun 13, 2012 at 11:30 PM UTC
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