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In a drop of a moment, I am taken back to the way I used to feel. It makes no sense at all to feel that way now. (But why this heavy sadness pressing against my chest?) (And why these tears falling against my will?) Can I be me but not this way of me? Can I preserve memories so that they'll never be lost without remembering where they're stored? To be myself - does it mean: I must string together all my broken pieces to be complete? (But can I be whole like this?) Did I ever get what I wanted or drown myself in thirst? What makes me is essentially what breaks me without the final fatal strike. Eventually I always return from these tiny chaotic bursts - perhaps once again having altered my world for good.
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Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
Confusion
In a drop of a moment, I am taken back to the way I used to feel. It makes no sense at all to feel that way now. (But why this heavy sadness pressing against my chest?) (And why these tears falling against my will?) Can I be me but not this way of me? Can I preserve memories so that they'll never be lost without remembering where they're stored? To be myself - does it mean: I must string together all my broken pieces to be complete? (But can I be whole like this?) Did I ever get what I wanted or drown myself in thirst? What makes me is essentially what breaks me without the final fatal strike. Eventually I always return from these tiny chaotic bursts - perhaps once again having altered my world for good.
lily-thanh
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lily-thanh
Vietnamese
Nov 10, 2012
Nov 10, 2012 at 3:48 PM UTC
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