Michigan "A question that often drives me hazy, is it I or are the others crazy?"
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I've felt your knife, full tilt up til it's hilt. It splits my heart in two, yet each piece belongs to you So please just go ahead, pretend to be my friend. I always will still love you, and that is the awful truth, which has no bitter end.
Will i ever get to go Home to the Love where I come from that is placed among the stars a memory of my heart above all hate and fear the one created with my tears?
I think I may be dead, or dreaming.. there's nothing new, nothing different.. always trying to forget the feeling of remembering why I left before unable to rise from slumber lack of love it keeps me under leaving me forever wanting more
I feel your broken loneliness in the sadness that I see drifting past each moment in your boat of memories I sense a rooted worthlessness someone said and you agreed you search for love in places impossible to find it seems fear and doubt the harness self hate their wild steed a horse that is quite harmless unless it feeds on insecurities so let go and be blessed include you in your empathy in the hope of finding timelessness self forgiveness holds the key
passion has left me for dead floating along the surface no thought of treading water no curious intent just a worthless life preserver an inflated ego to resent