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You're breaking this brittle heart of mine. At the same time that it's hardening over. I can see all these people clawing at my skin, wanting me to be okay. All I can feel though is you, pummeling at my chest. I'm just lying here and taking it, just like always. I'm unable to push you away, completely. I'm unable to allow you in, completely. Cracking under the pressure, I'm fissuring into two people. One that'll be okay, one that'll appease those begging me to. But the other is gone, torn apart by your greed, your sadism, your hatred, and your confusion.
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 11:22 AM UTC
The Plague.
You're breaking this brittle heart of mine. At the same time that it's hardening over. I can see all these people clawing at my skin, wanting me to be okay. All I can feel though is you, pummeling at my chest. I'm just lying here and taking it, just like always. I'm unable to push you away, completely. I'm unable to allow you in, completely. Cracking under the pressure, I'm fissuring into two people. One that'll be okay, one that'll appease those begging me to. But the other is gone, torn apart by your greed, your sadism, your hatred, and your confusion.
er-graves-swinney
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Oct 4, 2010
Oct 4, 2010 at 11:22 AM UTC
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