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Hidden Glade Dec 2018
I know its silly,
to say I'll see you in my dreams
but it's the truth;
I haven't held you in forever,
but my dreams bring me closer.

Nights spent thinking about you
all the wonderful things you make me feel...
Love. Safe. Joy. Hope. Wanted.
I love you.

Soon my love,
we'll share the space between our arms
singing those songs we've shared for so long.

you'll say you can't sing
but when you do I get lost
lost from my problems,
lost from my pain,
lost from my worries.
and then I get lost in you.

So bring on the night
that brings me to you.
<3
***Written listening to "Bring Me the Night" by Sam Tsul feat. Kina Grannis***
Hidden Glade Dec 2018
When did I forget who wanted to be?
Maybe it was when I found out that a ring doesn't mean forever;
when closed doors flew open and tore my home apart.
Maybe it was when I found out that mistakes had consequences;
Something I regret to this day and can't ever amend.
Maybe it was when I toured that school 810 miles away.
closing one chapter and opening another, with new characters.


Maybe it was when I thought I had nothing left to live for.
Maybe it was that day when a handful of pills poured out
Maybe it was that day when I hurt her again, saying it was her fault.
Maybe it was the three days I spent regretting not just swallowing those pills.
Maybe it was when I opened my veins while friends and family watched.
Maybe it was when I gathered everything I treasured, including but not limited to:

A black 3DS, which would go to my little brother.
A blue Nintendo Gameboy, which would go to my best friend.
A musical script, flipped to my favorite song, a song of goodbyes.
A foam stick, going to a friend who could use it.
My bow, recently given to me by my father;
(I wish I used it with him more)
A beaten up black hoodie, her favorite. She wouldn't take it, I'm sure, but it's only for her.
A few simple notes, detailing who gets what and why I did so.
Me, in a dress suit I knew I'd never grow out of.
Me, in a tie and belt.
Me, almost hanging there.
and a mess of memories that stopped me.

When did I forget who I wanted to be?
I suppose it was the day when I realized the person I wanted to be
no longer was a person I wanted to be.
I'll be honest, I'm still suicidal.
I make jokes, I can be happy, but at the end of the day, I just feel tired.

\Then my phone rings//
I know why I'm not the person I wanted to be.
I can't say I changed for you, or that I changed to be a "better man"
I don't need someone who's fixed.
I know I'm broken.
I don't need someone fake, wearing makeup and spending hours on looking "pretty"
I don't like that.
I need someone I can cry with
someone I can stay up late with
someone I can hold
someone I can comfort
someone I can be there for
someone I love
someone to wear that black beaten hoodie.
someone like you, Love.
thank you
Every time.
<3
Kind of a poem, more of a poor attempt to express a complicated feeling. Wait a second, I think that's what poetry is for.
This was written very late at night and I am tired.
I love her very much <3
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
I remember the first time you said you were silver.
I didn't understand, even though I thought I did.
It's not that I don't feel good.
It's that I don't feel anything.
...
Although, tonight is a small touch of blue,
swirled in with this silver construct.
I'm not trying to be distant.
I'm not trying to seem empty.
I'm just...
Feeling a little silver tonight.
...
Today wasn't anything special,
like the days before it.
They continue their ceaseless march,
whether we find ourselves able to face them.
...
16 more days.
384 hours.
I wish I could skip all of them and find myself by you.
You reflect all the colors, and I'd love to feel something other than
empty.
I don't even know.
<3
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
I hid
behind my lines
for a year and a half.
But no longer.

I'm sorry it took me so long,
to become a better man.
I know even with my flaws,
you chose me over anyone else.

I know there will be days
where the world comes crashing down;
When the light we chase seems to slip away.
But we have too many dreams to stop chasing that light.
I know there's at least 2 worth staying for.

I'm happy that I can say You're enough,
Even though you don't agree with me all the time.
I've got something else to tell you by the way.
"When I think of forever, it's you here with me"

and as Always
I miss you love.
The sound of your voice,
the best hugs in the world...
Everything;
I love you.
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
i HIDE
behind my lines
I've said it before.
I'll say it again.

I̷͖̿'̵̮̈́m̶̫̏ ̷̪̔s̶̛͈ö̵̜́r̵͎̈́r̶̝͑y̴͇̏ ̸͔̎t̴̜̾h̶̭̔a̷̡͐t̸̠̀ ̶͔̍Ï̸͜'̷͒͜m̵̨̛ ̸͖̈ṋ̶̅ő̵͎t̷̪͌ ̵̫̍b̷̹̿e̸̻͘t̶̓͜t̵͓̆e̸̢̿r̴͍̽;̸̧͗
̸̔ͅÚ̴̟n̷̼̄d̶̙̾ė̵̯r̵͇̉s̶̻̓t̸̡̑a̷­̬̍n̸̟͒d̸̻͑ ̶̛̰Î̴̺ ̵̙̀d̷̬͐o̴̬̔n̵̊͜'̸̘͋t̷͈̿ ̷̙͛m̶̩̃e̸̡͛ạ̸͋n̵̓͜ ̶̀͜t̵̜̓o̵̳̎ ̷̱̆w̶̥̽o̴̼̓r̴̥͂r̶͎̓y̴̬͂ ̵̣͌y̷̬̔ŏ̶̮ŭ̷̗.̶̤̂
̶̱̎Ĩ̴̮ ̷̳͝j̵͕́ŭ̶͈s̷̻̑t̴͔̓ ̶̞́f̶̟̿e̴͈̒e̸͋͜l̸̙͘ ̴̣̐l̵̰͌i̷̛̠k̵̻͂e̴̞͑ ̴̛̼e̸̗͊v̸̳̋ě̵͎r̵͎̚y̸̑͜t̷̙̾h̵̳̒ī̸̡ņ̸̛g̵̮̋ ̸̬͊I̴͕̐ ̵̡̆d̴̜̓o̵̯̒ ̶͕̊ì̴̱s̶͓͝n̸̼͝'̵̥̈t̷̩̐ ̸͈̽ẻ̸̟n̵̙͊õ̷̦u̷͇͐g̴̖͗h̵̙̃
̷̲̐ ̸̪̏f̸͔̈́o̸̜͋r̸̰͒ ̸͖̀s̸͙̈́o̵̝͂m̵̺̕ě̷̡o̵̼̿ň̷̥é̵̗ ̸̫̉a̴͕̐ś̵̳ ̸͉͛á̸̝m̶̪̿a̵͇̎z̴̙̕ĩ̷̬n̴̦̈g̴̼̐ ̶̛̜a̸̺͝ś̷̞ ̸̭̏ý̷͍o̴̼̊ṳ̶̌.̸͉̏

I̸̥̟̻̿̾̚ͅ ̷͇̪̽̾̈k̴̼͑̊̑n̸̮̭̊̽͝ö̴̳̝̯́ẘ̶̭͉̙̲̺̾͛̓ ̵̨̞͊̈́͌̓Ḯ̶̬̿̕͠ ̵̨͓̯̞̆h̶͎̮͉̿͊a̵̻̺̪͂v̶̫̄̀͜e̴̗̎́͆͂ ̴̺͉̣̝̹́́n̴͕͚͛ͅį̷̡̪͙͛g̶̰̱͐̽͆͝h̴͕͎̘̹̘̎͋̆̚͘t̵̡̧̝̃̌̔m̵͍͓̤̈́͒͗͂a̷̭̻̎̎̓­̘̗̗r̴̨̛̖̠̪e̸̮̦͋̓̋̍s̴̫̭̗̩͗̃͜
̷̥̭͇͍͖͋̇͋́͐a̷͈̯̫̲̋͗̉̕͝b̷͍̰̪͆̉ͅo̴̦͐̏̽̑­̤͓̤̲û̶̫͍̈́̇ẗ̷̞̦́̒̾̕ ̶̩͍͖̥̂ͅy̸͈͑̍͠o̶̙͛̾̍ų̷̞̥͙͓̽̉̐,̸̡̘̪̪̊͋̂ ̷͎̠̞̘̥͊̈̌a̶̲͑̍͘ņ̴̹̃̏̾d̷̡̬̪̳͎̋̏͊̐ ̷̛̭̙͋̄͗ą̸͚̓̂b̸͖̬̟̈́ͅó̶̡̦̹̰̅͂ǘ̷̩̘͆͂̓̓t̶̨̮̱͔̄ ̵͚̥͙́̀̂m̸̡̜̱̏͐̐͌è̸͚̳̦,̵̡̱̮͒̉
̵̟̈́͑ḑ̵̤̄̄͐͠y̶̧̳͂̾̅̾̕į̵̛͖̓̇̈n̸̛͒̓̓­̡͈̩g̵̘̬̎.̶̠̳̱͠͝ ̶̛̹̩̱͗l̸̯̘̝̈́̒͝ẽ̴̪͓̦̔͑̀a̶̐̒͘̚ͅͅv̴̢̊̒̌ȉ̴̢̢̢̻ͅn̸̗̖̣͓̉̐̚ͅg̶͉̅.̷͐̿̾͋­̮̜͙͙̤ ̷̪̞̈́s̴̩̲̿l̴͈̗̭̓ͅi̸̠̲̓p̶͈̰̳̜̘͗p̷̜͈̗̄͋̿͘͜i̷͎̫͆́n̴̗͙̥̻̟̒͘͝g̶̜͍̮͒̈̄͛.­̵̢͉͇̱̓͑͊͛̆ ̶̺̿̌̈́̉̓c̸̣̻̤̲̆ṙ̶̠̠͐̔a̸͍͌s̶̢̢̲̾͋̐h̵̢͚̃i̵̢̟͉̇̑͊͝n̴̟̮̫̈̔̔͘g̴̬̭̠̒.̸͑­̤̊͑͌͜
̵̡̙̞͑t̴̫͙̿̉͑̈́h̷͙̙̩̩̒̌͑͝e̶͉͗ ̶̢̭̺̦̙̽̐l̷̪͗̌́͘a̸̛̞̟̻͝s̶̩͉͚͍̼͑̊ṭ̸͇͉̽̈́̈̿͊ ̸̺͎̘̍̇͗̀͘o̶̟̰͉̩͊ñ̸̞̩̏͐̐͐ͅe̸̢͔͑̌͗̋ ̴̨̼͍́͘͝ͅš̷̮̯͖̱͋͒̿c̶̩͌a̸͖͓͂̃͒́r̸̢̧̲̬̽̊͗̉ȇ̸̙͎͔ş̸̤̲͙̉͐ ̸̭̊̌͌̚ṃ̵̙̎͝͠ę̷͊ ̶̬̘̥̈́͐̋͘ṭ̵̬̦̔̅h̶̰̻̐̐ȅ̷̬ ̴̩̺͍̹͈̈́͗͌̚͝m̸͍̎̑̅́ó̶̠͖̋̓̂̕ṡ̵̟̺̏t̵̡͇̕.̶̙͈̭̞̂͒̔
̶̺̤̬̰͎̈́͋̓I̸̦͑́̚ ̶͖̈́͌t̴̮̪̘̬̄̆̓̈́̚ḧ̸̛̥̗̱̈́̇͝i̸͇͉͉̭̳͗n̷͔͌͠͝k̵̰̙̼̹̑͗ͅ ̴̛̟̮̖̖̬͌̎̅̔I̷̭̲͔̪̙͊͂̂̀'̸̨̱͙̠͂̿m̴̺͉͎̆͊̀͗ ̸̛̫͆̈́̄̌a̸̱̹̯̮͕̋́̑͝t̸̜̜͂̔̾̈́̅ ̷͉̗̀͆̌͘5̴̗̳̖̆̿̈́ ̸͓͋͋̎͜n̸̢͙̹̞͗ô̴̭̟̮͎̓͋̇w̶̨̚.̸͍̹͝
̸̧̨̞̀̋̓̈́͝
I̶̝̤͍̦͖̰̔͂̄͑̿́͊̕'̴̨͚̼̋­̡̡̼̬͍m̶͕̥̠̰͔̲̳̲̐̊͊͑̒̃͝ ̵̨͓̜̮̰̟̓̽̋̑͜s̶͚̪̯̔̂̐̋̀̌̎͠c̵̮̙͚͔̱̜͊͗͂̏͘͝a̶̦̣̰͍̣̕r̴̡̥͚̳̽͛͋̈́̀͝e̶͛̂̊̕­̢̜̩̫̊̍͛̕ḓ̸̨̃́̎̃͒̋͝͝ ̶̰͍̟͚̙̈͒͒̈́̂͛̍̕͝ͅḬ̵̺͇͇̝̉̒́̍̌'̷̛͔͈͉͙̤͇̟̻̀̃̒̊͋̅͝͝m̵̝̗̝̻̩̘̦̜̮̜̏ ̷̼̮͓̝̼̠̱͆̾͂͠ṅ̴̪̮͚͙̰̤̱̟͚̋̕͝ͅǒ̶͕̘͋͛̽̉͝t̸̡̥̮̤̓̽ ̸͚̻̟̩̂̈̽͗̄͂e̶̮̬̫̺̘̭̝͈͓̜͂͗̉̄̐̌͗̂n̷̨̧̛̻̬̣͍̖͚͊̄̑̆̊̕͜ȏ̵̬̀ư̵̻̥̩̅͗̍̚͠­̠̝̼g̷̼͔̳̯͌͆̍͑͑̾̔̄͠h̸̢̠͙̼̕;̵̡̨̯̱̬͓͙̫̌̃͗̽̾͝͝
̸̱̰͎̩̜̭̎͒̓̍̋̚̚E̷̛̗͝v̷̀­̡̞͉̗̖̖̮̗̂e̵̡̲͖͉̰̣̒͌̈́̅̄̆͑͆̽͝n̶̲̥̊̄͒̅̆͋͜ ̵̡͇̒̋ẗ̵̢͉̗͙̭̳̿̋̿͂͒̑̚͠h̶̨̧͉̮̪̝̙̬͈̗̅o̴̹̭̩̹̩̦̜͛̄̂́̚u̴͙͈̱̦̼͕̱͎͈̿͜g̵͑­̡̩̗͔̟̞̟̙̦̌h̵̢̩̎̒͂́̂ ̵̮͕̞͗͌͒͒͌̎̚͘͜͜͝͝y̶̭̟͌͑̀̑̑̋̕o̶͎͈̓̀͒͂ụ̸̤͓͉̲̘̉̆̀͆'̶̨̩̲̄͐͝ṽ̶̱͙̹̞͇̊̚­͎̱͍̘e̶̥̘͒̇̀̚ ̵̡̛̟̤͍͆̂͒͛͊̆͝t̸̳͇̯͗͂́̈́̾͆̑̈̎̐ơ̶̯̑͊͛͛́͋̍̚ḽ̴̜͉̱̲͙͈̹̗̤̋̿͒̌d̵̛͊͒̌͑̾̋­̦͓͖̝̥̜̥̣̀͊ ̴̧̯͔̲͕̠̠̿͊̆͐̿̀̓̓͠m̴̜̣̪͚͛̓̾̈́ē̸̘͙͚̜͖͇̙̬͋̃̀̄͜ ̴͖̇̓̆͗̀̌̾͆͠c̶̨̫͓̬̺̲͈̉̎͠o̵̪̻͖͊̄ų̴̝̗̻͎̆̏̀͆̔̉̀̇͝͝n̵̛̛̩̱̩̗̘͍̰̲͕̍̏̀͗͘­͕t̸̨̞͚̬̺̬̎̊̏̐̀͛l̶̡̡̬̞̘̬͓̄̃̓͊̎̀̔͛ė̵͕͔̪͙̭̦̘̀͐͒͒̿s̵̨̞̤̰̆͗͜s̸̠̳͕̗̿̆̏­̩̜ ̷̡̢̝̟̱̹̮̼̭̔̈́͂̀̅̽̕͝t̷̡͖̣̣̹̦̫̏͗̾̆͒̈́͘̚i̵̫̤̼̲͚̺̤͗͋̌͠m̵̬͎͎͗͋̒̔́͜e̷͗͑̀̓­̙ș̵̭͇̥͍̻̖͎͈̓̿ ̵̡̢̛͇͔͈͈̼͚͇͗͑t̶̪͓̣̤̙̩̏̋͆̒͠h̴͈̺̜̰̜͓̾̍͋̽̉͑̕͘͜a̶̖̞̘̻̯̲̺̯̭͋̑t̶͔̯̿͑͠͠ͅ­̺̰̯ ̵̖̞̪̰͈̮͉̏͗̃̒̕͘͠ͅI̴̻͇̳͐̀̊͛͂̀̃'̸͈͗́̇m̷̧̃̃ ̴̙̟͚́̚ẅ̷̦́̈́́̈͑͘͘͘ͅớ̵̡̆̓̌̏̅̔̕͝r̷̛͕̣̥̮̪̱͐͊̄̽̑͊͜t̸̢̩̼͇̘̘̺́̂h̶̿́͐̅͒­̖͍̯͖̻͜ ̷̢̧̮̜̻͗̈̓̄̓į̷͙̮̟̺͍͇̺̮͛̒̄t̸̗̉̋͒̆̈́̾̍͠.̷͔̰̩͚̈́̈͝
̴̣͕̟͔̫̖̙̱̀̊̔͜͠I̵̎̍̕­̛͚͓̼̤̘͈͚̐͑́'̷̨͔͔͕̩͈̹͒̿̊͊͑̍́̕͘m̷̡͇̖̝͕̺̼͔̟̐̄̿͋̈ ̸̰̩̩͑͒͋͂̆̿͠s̶̗̊̕č̴̪a̵̡͈͖͂̇͗̃̀̽͌r̶̨͍̎̏͗̿͂͑̚ę̶̢̗̫̦͉͕͔̈̃̎͊̚̚͜d̸̔̅͘­̰̳̬͇͉̑̇͐̆̎ ̵̤̼̘̥̇͗̌͋̔͌̀̐̽I̷̛̮̬̺͐́́̒́̈ ̷̨̞̙̱̩̪̈́̓̑̓̚͝ͅw̵͈̹̮̦̑̐͑̋͋͛̑̎͜͠͝o̸͉̐ͅṅ̴̛͈̱̺̐̒͌́͐̊͜ͅ'̵̡̣͔̖̥̆͊͒͌̈́̎̑­ṯ̸̨͔̞̤̞̼͑̿͐͒̐̇̃͂̆ ̴̹͛b̵̜̖͙̈̽̚e̸̢̢̠̙̘͚̤̯̪̮̾̾̀ ̴̿̾̈́͗͗͒͝ͅt̷̡̡̛̬̥̬̹̉ḧ̶̟͈̗̳̟́͠e̵̢̾r̷͖̘͖̙̗̀̅̏̆̒͛͝͝è̶͇̹̫͔̳͈̘̀̌͒͋̿̂͑͜­̩.̸̘̱̬̺̹́̇͊̂̀͆̉̐͝
̵̼̺̝̬̌͒̏̇͛͜͝b̶̛̗̝̥̭͇͒̀̑͑̋̽͊u̸̞͗̂̾́̑͊̿̈́̃̂ṫ̴͋̑́̓­̨̲̻͉͎̱̩͐ ̸͔͖̻̠̙͖̙̈͗̈́̔̽̏̐͠ä̷̛̦͙̺̈͛ ̷̝̫͇̪͖̝͓̥͓͊̀̽ͅĉ̸̢̡̦͖̮̯̺̗̼̘̌́̅̂̏̾̎o̶͔͍̱͓̻͋͛̀̅̊͆̈̃͊ṅ̵͖͑̍̂͗͘̕c̴͐͠͝­̨̖̞̜͌̕ŕ̴͖̭̦͎͇̝͑͗͊̎͋ë̵̪͍́̋̇t̶̰̻̺̫̄̊͂̄́̏͘̕͝e̷̜̟̣̲͉̍͛̊ ̴̟͕̾͋b̸̛̤̞̏͋̋̍͝ȧ̶̠r̶͙̤̝̪̗͒r̷̮̳͇̗͎̬͛̇͊͜i̵̧͊͗e̶̪̊̿͛̏͋͐̂̽r̴̞̩̝̈́̈́̊͘͜­̡̦̗̫ͅ ̴̨̡̧̖̠͍̗̟̏̀͌̍̃̏̇͘͠͝ŵ̵̡̙̜͋́͆̇̈́͊͝ͅī̵̳̖͆͌̀̎́̍͝ļ̶̻̹̻͓͕̗̔́̋l̸̛̎̔̍̊̃­̻̭̫̥͓̩͚͊͑̂̂ ̷̻̥̟͔̺͂̌͋̂͗̐́̎̅͠ͅͅb̵̡͖̌̍̑̊͝͝e̴̛͈͍͓̿́̉̾͋̉.̵̧͙̖̰̹̎̈̾͑̃̓̕͝
̵̩͐̅̓̉̔̓͌­̹̺̘̙̬̰͓̥
Ą̷̛̖̭͎͙̬͙̘̭͎͉̦̲̻̤̥̦̩́̉̄́͗̆̚̚n̸͈͙̄̉ͅḍ̷̡̌̂̍̓̅̏̓̎͒̄̾́͘͘̚͝­̢̧̯̪̦̬̭͙͈̞̤̜̼̫͎ ̶̧̨̡̡̘̩̬͇͎͎̩̮̫̞̥̀̓̕ͅş̷̧͍̞͉͕̗̗͙̮̻͕̝͕͖̣̜̮̗̯͛̑͜͜ͅͅȍ̸͋̈͒͗͒̂̈̋̒͘̚̕̕͝­̜̹̼̑͌ḿ̶̨̤͕̲͓͙̲͓̼͒̄̂͒e̷̦̪̘̪͓̋͐̅̉͊̊̉͛̍̉̊͝t̶̛͕̬͇͓̱̬͍̱͒͆̈́̽̂̂̇̊͌̑̈́̂ͅͅ­͕̪̼͓̲̺͜i̷̢̧̨̨̛͔͎̖̹̪̬̼̯͙̘͕͈͇̦͕̮̻̼̯̮͈̳̰͉̊͂͊͐͋̈̌͐̆̓̊̍̊̚̕̕͝͠m̶̛̃̈́́̄̚̚­̧̖̘͇͎̗̟̮̺̻͕͖̈́͆̓͆̿̕ͅé̵̮̯͙̹̝̬̥̱͍͋̉͋̈́̎̂̒̍͊̽̕͠s̸̛̱̆̓̀͐̓̆̑͂̿͒̍̅̍́̒͠͝͠­̢͎̼̳͔̝̤͚̝͍͈͎̲͖̼͙̪̝̝̱̻̞͍̝͙̺̯.̵̨̢̛̦̫̤͎̖̥̺̺̰̥̫͎̫̟̞̮̲͎̂͛̿͐̎̎̾́͗̊͗̆͝.̸­̰͇͖̈́̓̏̀̀̏̃͑͂̇͠͝.̸̢̻̠̼̹̘̟̻̯̣̝̹̲̣͇̟̘̖́̒̀͂̃́͆
̸͎̱̹͇͍̞̙͇̻̭͉͍̣͔̖̹̟̑̈́ͅͅ­̡̙̻̥̮̭̜͖̺Į̴̛͚̲̫̤̬̮̲͇̮̰̮͉͓̲͈͉͉̤͔̟̳̱̆̄͆̿̈́̂̄̾͌̽̉̀̓̒̊̀̃̓̀̍̽̕̕ ̴̧̛̲̞͉̞̲̥̞̪̓͑̔̐̌̅̓̅͑̏͊͗͒̈́̚͝͠͠͠m̷̤͓̥͈̱̭͛̽̈́͛̀̒̏͐̆̓̂̑͐̏̈́͆̈́̌̄̿̍͒͐̋̍̓͜­̠̻͕̲͍̮i̷͚̣̰͓͌̈͒̈̾͗͊͗̒́͊̀s̶̗͔̤͓͍̯̰̱̻͕̆̈͒̇̈s̵͓̫͓̩̣͍͈̣͍̒̈́̇͂͌͂̂̀̀͆̀̕͜­͍͎̻ ̷̡̜̹͖͙̣̦̫̩̘͓̘̠̳̫̻̦͚̬͔̗͖͇̍̓̇̒̾͒̓̂̐̾̇̈́͛̈́̌̋͜͠ͅṯ̵̛̛͓̩̻̱̗̝͊͛̄̆h̵͗̿͆̕͝­̧̡̗̭̰͖̯͇̬̲̮̥̩͍͚͚̝̤̦̱̰̣̖̮̝̾͌̃̏́̓̏́͑̃͘ͅè̴̥͇̆̔͆̂̃̆̐̕͠ ̷̢͕̩̪͌͌́̽̓͌͂̾͒͑̇̀͘̚͠͝k̴̥̺̫̙͕̼̜̘̫̣̬̠̲̟̭̘̬̣͊̒̈́̏͑͆̑̓͌͗̆̐̓͛̾͐͑̈́̚͘ͅĩ̷­̡̧̨̭̣͈̬̹̗̞̠̳̞̱͔̪̠̪̝̺͓̦̜̓͝s̴̨̧̪̺̼̰̗͍͔̞͖͈͔̼͖̯͉̯̜̟̳̞̦̮̀̍̿ŝ̶̛͗̿̅͛͠͝͠­̨̧̨̖̗̜̻͍͙͈̻̹̲̩͚̮̖̗̇̆̆̈́͛͂̂̽͘ ̷̛̟̳̩̫͐̇̈̊̉͒́̉̈́͑̐̆̕ǫ̷̤̯̱̲͈͔̘̫̳͙̀̆ͅf̴̢̡̙͚̟̼͙̬͚̪̞̖̣͚͍̓͛̌̾̓̈̾̌́͊͛͘ͅ­̱̪̟̘̬ ̷̨͕̘̭̙͓̇͊̌͗à̵̧̹̳̭̰̻͈̤͕͓̭̻͍̱̯̭̮͍̝̭̣̲͎̫̣͙͕͕̓̓̋̎̓̀̆͝ ̸̡̡̝̙̼͍̹̯͔͍̩͈̫̼͎͖̙͚̾̓͛̓̏̐̀̈́̕̕s̴̗̖̩̤̟̞̬̺̠̩͎̟̭̺͔͚͇̊͊͑̋͛̑͌h̸̛̽̿̅̾͛̈̂­̹͇̞̙̻̽̈̄̈́̀̿͛͌̈̓̈́̐̈́̃̈́̽͘̕å̵̛̯̰͕̮̝̱̱̩̞͍̪̭̮̀̈̏́̃͑͐̅͗̀͛̂͆͑͒́̊̆͑̕̚̕͝r̶­̰̥̩̜̜͆̇̿͗̔̂̈́̃̚p̸͇̣̘͙̫̤̹̫͖͇̫͌̔̋̔́̈͋̇͑̓̈́̂̈́̈́̾̏́̇̈́̿͐͘͝͝ ̷̭̗͔̥͙̊͒͗ḇ̵̧̡̢̗̰̗̗͍̙̣̫̭̩͈͎̻̭̈̈͑̀̔͌̀̿̿͘͜͜͝͠l̵̛͓͈̻̯̣͔̯̩̓̈́͊̉̿̏̅̇a̴̿­̨̯̝̥̦͎̬͇̪̂̆͗͋͑̈͊͒͜͝ͅd̶͖̲̫̹̺͕͇̫̠̦̬̐͒̏̿̓ȩ̷̨̣̙͖̦̯͙̩͎̘͍̙͚̼̱͉̣̝̱͍͈̝̖͗­̣.̸͎͍̲͔̼̱̓̈́͂͆̉͑̏͋͋͜
̴̖̝͇̬͌̀͆̇̈́̒̊͂̉͌̌͝͝Ţ̶̹̠̟̖͚͈͕͓̆̏͋̓͆́͒̋͆̕͘͝h̵͒̒­̢̨̹͇̼̱̣̤̗͚̰̙̣̤͖̪̥̜̼́ą̴̛̛̙̺̗͇͕̥͇͙̥̖̗̘̰͊̋̌̿̀̾̊̂́͋̒̓͛̎͛̔͘̚͝t̸̍̐̄͋̎̕­̡̤̹͖̣̮̳͇̲̈́̅͜͝͝ ̸̢̙͖͇̣͓̲̥̪̪̪̮͉͇͋̒̐̀͛͆̚͘͠͠s̴̨̧̺̣̯͉̫̟̙̼̭̲̦̘͓͎̗̼͇̔͜ẗ̷͗̓̇̈̐͂̀͒̈͘̕͘͝͝­̨̛̝͍̩̩̗̻̙̘͓̝͕̩̩̼͚̋̓̽͐̄̔͊̈́͒į̷̧̛̤̳̪̙͓̫̪̫̼̦͔͈͔͚̺͗̎̈́̋̒̽̌̌̒͗̾̿̑́̅̚͜͝͝­͔̟͎̘͓̺͚ň̵̻̣͔͔̗̦̩͈̗̼͕̜̻̰͉̳̇͋̀͒̇̅̃͗͂̚͘͝͝g̶̛̛̱̘͕͑̒͒̃̉͗̀̓͗͒̽͆̓̌͛̇̑͘̚­̧̦͍̣̼̭͍͍̬̻̱̪̝̘̱͕̹ ̶̧͉̖͈̹̙̻̟̦̹͙̫̔̎͑͊́̄̀͑͗͜͝õ̵̡̨̩̠͇̩̫̤̲͙̤̑͗f̸̛̺͐̽͋̎̃̍̿́̌̊̈́̀̇͐̋͛̌̇͘͝͝­̡̭͖͈̰ ̶̢̨̨̨͓̳̙̜̲͈͈̬̱͇̟̬̩̳͖̱̙̰̌͋̀̅̂͐̾͌̎̋̈̃̈̓͊̾̀̿͘̕͜͝ͅm̷̢͇̙̠̱̝̟͔̓̀̂̒̀̈́̈́̄e­̵̗͖̭̝̳̻̯̝͍͖̩̟̼̪̦̘͆̇̒͊̑̈́̄̈́̅͌͐̓͆̊͑̉̆̉̓̇͝͠͝t̵͛͛͋̈͂̈́̒̔͑͆̄̉̾̇̂̿̽̀̊̑͋̚͠­͎̙̮̣̦̯͇͔a̶̙̰̔́́́͘l̴̨̧̢̧̮͇̺̹̳̟̖͈̣̙͙̞̬̬̲͇̯͖̇̽̓̐̚͜͜ ̴̡̨͓̠̝̥̠̯̭̞͙̻͍͖̼͙̮̗̰̯̙͇̓́͗̐̌͑̀̀͂͑͑̅͂̏̀̈̓̄͆̊͐̚͜͝͠c̷̈́́̄̑̉͛̑͌̑̓̓͗̉͘͝­̢̺̯̭͒̆͂̓r̶̢̰̳͚̣̽͒́̄̕̕͝a̶̖͓͇̋̐̐̑̓́͌̅̑́̈́͒̀͌̿͑̊͛́̚͝͝w̵̧͇͙͔̣̼̠͍͒͗̐̇̓̃­̞͚̩͈̲͍͕̜͎̳̘̞̲̱̥̱̙l̴̺̟̈́͐̏̂̀͒̓̏͠i̶͔̥͚̹̠͙̟͓͈͖̭͐̃̉͆̇̃̔̓́̈̃̀͆͛̈́̓̀̕̚͜͠͝­̮̩̦̩͙ͅn̴͕͉͉͖͕͚̙̤̻̐̄̈́̂̀̾̊̏̏̾̐̌̈́̉̉̋̾͜͠ͅģ̸̧͓̥̜̻͇͓͉̲̾̈́͐͊̈̋̇͂̋́̆́̑̈́̓́­̢̢̬̯̗̗̣͖͙ ̶̝͍͉̯̦̻͚̬̪̪͓̥̘̓͆̾͛̾̐̀̏̍̏́̽̚͜͝å̴̧͕̪̫̻̻͓̈́̾̈́͊̇̏̅̔̐͑̇͠͝c̴̐̈́͂̐̏̒̅̈́̑̊̍­̧̡̨͔̬̻͉̻̮̹͍͙̐̂̔̓̌́̕r̸̢̢̧̟͔̰͚͚̜͖̙͍̬̥̠̞̬͙̯̅͒̀̊̽̎̿̂o̵͍̯̦̾͒̉̀̿̒͌̾͛͌̎̏­̡̢̡̮͎s̷̮͕͌̃̃̊̋ͅs̴͖͗͗̾͆̈́͐͘̕͘͠͠͝ ̶̛̘̖̦͙̳̩̌̅͜͠͝ḿ̶̧̱̦̲̤̖̰͙̝͙̩̞̪̗͉͚̹̱̻͎̞̞̂͛͆̀̂͌̄̊̂́̐͒̎̋̀͂̈́̈́̚̕͠ͅỷ̴̅́­̬̜̬̲͈͓̠̫͓͙̼̭́̀͜ ̷͕̞͉͍̙̲͐̊̀͗͊͘͝s̴̢̨̱̲̮̩̠̺̫̟͕̱͔̦̻̯̟̬̲͍͕̀́̃̓͛̒͗̒̌̉́̓͜͝͝ḱ̴̛̊̐̍̈́̈́̋̈́͝͠­̧̡͔̬͇̱̖̹̪̯̝̲͎͇̼̦̰̟̗̠̤̤̭̜̪̫̄̆̈́͊̿̅̈́͑̆̿́͌̄̿̚͜ͅi̴̛͒͂̈͂̇̽͆̎͂͆̇̓̓̊̕̕͠͠͝­̧̠̮̱̻͇̮̱͖̻̝̤̝̮̬͍̩͉̹͚̠̫̥͎͓̮͎̾͒̒ņ̸̨̘̳̤͓̗̼̪̠͉̤̝̳̠͎̻̗̳͊̈̆̈́̇͗͋̂̈͂̎͜͜͠­̟̠̮̣̺̗̖.̸̨̙̠̰͕̫̥̪͔̗͔͉̯̖̫͎̦͔̰͖͓̩͇̯͈̥́̑̊̓͛͂̊̿̏̑̑̽̃̑̎̒̇̍̀̕̚̚͘͘̕͝͠ͅͅ
­̶̧̡̡̧̝͎̦̮̜̫̤͎̻̺̳̬̣͉̈̀͋̽̈́̅̈̂̊͑͆̈́́͆̃̒̀̔̅̔̿͜Ţ̷̡̼̱̪͓̳̭̦̗̺̺̠̮͉̈́̾͑̇̊̕ͅ­̡̘̮̳͈̫̟h̴̦̩̀̊̽̍̿̔̓̾͑͘͝͠͝͝ȩ̵̧̛̠̭̝̺̮͍͐̿̿̋̒̎͌͋̄͂͗̾̃̊͋̚͝͝͝͝ ̵̼͙̼̗̥̗̹̹̫͈̦̉̽̌̓̐̉͗̀̚͜ş̸̢͎̱̪̮̺̠̰̠̰͇̘̥̀̐̈́̿̈́͜m̵̛̅̓̔͂̏͋̾̑̐̓͂͆̔̌͋͐͘͠­̢̢͍̫̼͓̰̠̖̝̦̺͎̺͈͍̱̹̟̊̿̀͠a̴̧̨̧̧̛̺͖͎̣̭̘̙̝̖͙̺̪̙͓̥̣̥͐̇̈́̎̿̓̉̍̇̀͋̏̎͑́͐̕ͅ­̤̣̖̭l̸̼͙͓̤̜̪͈̦͚̜̇̒̂̍̋͂̈́̓́́͐̌̓̿̓̉̓͜ļ̵̹͓͙̱̻͖̥̹̮̞͂̈́͆̎̈́̔̓͌̕ ̴̛̼̫̹̟͇̬͇̰͎̰͉̠̤̮̒̀͗́̔̀̌̄̍̑̀̅͊̇̏͋͜͠b̷̛̲̘͕̆̈́́̐̊̈́͂̉͂͗̒̓̀̆̋́̆̋̈́̊̏̉̋͘͝­e̵̡͊̀̈͑̋͊̃́̊͒͋̿̽̈́͋́̽͆͋̂̚͝͠͠ą̸̧̡͉̭̗̙͖̣͈̩̳̳̥͈͎̀͑̿̔̏̊̌͌̅̽͆̇̊̿̋̕͘͘͝d­̸̢͓̙̟̇͝ ̴̡̢̢̛̭̖̜̻͔͇̥͎̪̹̭̤͔͇͕̦͎̰͚̪͊̅̑͛̈̄͋̍̍́͘̕͘͜͝͠ͅͅo̷̿̎̿͂͆̔̃̈̈́͋͛̅̈̿͑͒̚̚͝͠­̢̗̙̎̅͋̐̅͜͜͝ͅͅf̶̧̛̼͓̫͍̒͐̐̔͝ͅ ̸̧̨̝̰̩̻̠̩̳̗̣̩̹̯͚̰̻͔̖̩̯̻̺̍͒̊ͅͅr̴̢̼͚͍̖̝͇͙̬̦̣͚̗̯̓̒̏͒̓̈̔͑̀́̌̆͊̊̃́̅̚͜e­̷̢̧̡̢͎͓͉̲̲͔͔̗͇̯̟̫̻̣̳̳̹͕̱̳̀͋̽͐̃͆͊͋̄͝ͅͅḏ̴̛͓̘̹̫̇͐́̽̂͆́͛̄̆̀̎̾̃̈́̀̔̚͘͝­̦͉̮̝̪̮̜̰͚̫̪͙̣̫̟̬ͅ ̸̢͓̘̥̺̭̟̣͚̻͖̱̼̮̹͈̯̩͙͔͙̌̋͗̂̈́͑͒̒́̃̔̔̽̚ẗ̸̛̛̼̺̟̪̤̘͉̾̿͌͒̈́͐͑̃͝h̵̛̏̋́͂̔­̦̟̪̐͝͝͝ą̶̡̢̧̣̪͚̯͍͈̪̤͍̩͉̼̟͇̲̲̭̮͈̱̦͗̓̈̾͠t̴̡̮̖͙̫̗̻̣̥̰͍͎̪͋̒̇͊ͅ ̴̡͙̲̮͎̞̆͒͋̄̽͊̒̅̊͑̓̐̈́́͊̔̃̍̊͗̏̈̕̕̕ŕ̵̢̛̲̼̭̻̪̓͋͒̍̑̆̈͠͝ͅu̷͑͛̿̿̉̄͒̒̋͠͝­̨̧̤̤͔͚̳̱̯͎̘̲͕̭̣̰̞̙̩̖̞͇̻̙̭͌̈́̂̔̅̓̄͋́͗̀̈̏̈̚͜ͅń̶̨̧̢̨̨̢̨̝͖̹̜̥̻̩̤̞s̶̊͛­̨̨̨̥̤̟̭̤͍͇̫̼̻̙̦͇̝̣͈͙̙̜͚̘͒̍̈̈̐̑̌̒̈́͐̚͠͠ ̵̨̧̳̤̗͍̯̬̤̂̊̏̊̊̉͜͝͝d̸̨̢̛̥͈͉̗̣͙̟̱͈͇̜͕̎͑̂̊͒̾͒͛̃̈́̔͂̇̉̊̂́̀̚͝͝o̴͌̆̊̃̊̕­͚͕̻̘̩̰̺̹͉̖̝͓͔̗̦̠̠̮̤͕̹͎̬̣͙̫̒̑̈́̊̔̉̎̌̑̆̒̆͜ͅw̵̡̡̬͓̻̣͍̯̳̤̘͍̼̞̹͉̃̐͌̽̀͋ͅ­̬n̵̡̡̙͉͙̮̖̲̘̞̮͙͇͕̿̌̄̋̇͑̆̌̄͂͋͛͂̈̈́͋̎͗̿̃̽̍͘͘͜͝ ̵̛̲̆̈́̋̈́̋̇͒̈́̑̈͑̈̓͊̊̌̆͗̈́͛̑̿͊̚͝m̵̡̡̧̧̛͍͕͉̗̰̜̱̙̖͍̫̦̲̻͔͍͐͒̎̏͑̇̉̓́̉̓̽ͅy­̶̧͎̖̼͈͕̻́͊̾̒̎̐̍̈̿̎̌͋̈́͋̾͛̌̿͐̀̚͝͠ ̵̺̯̬̪͖͊̑̄̾́̕͠a̴̛̛͍͚̜̤̼̯͒̀̓̈́͋͂̍̔̓̽̈̽̍͛̓͌̃̅̚͘̚͘͝͝r̷̛̩͒͑̐̑̋͊̈́̈͒̕͜m̸̅­̧̧̗͕͙͇̦̙̭̙͇̪̬̱̩͖̦̺̠̫̥͂͋̉̈́͂͘͝͠ͅ.̶̠̠̥̣̦̯͉͖̙̼̝̥̦̌̇̇͗́̌̏̾͒̿̔̀̒̆̆́̕̕͝͠­͉
̵̨̢̟͎͚̩͚̟̻͚̺̠̜̩̼̱̩̩̙̜͇̖͈͊̌́̎̍̎̄S̸̢͙̜̣͍͓̬̳̱̿͌̋͒̄̌͑̈́̓͜͜ő̴̃̏̑̌͋͑͑­̢͓̤͓͍̑̆̚͠m̷̛̺̻̙̠͈̞͉̈́͒̓̑̂̉́͂̊̍̌͒̉̀̂̍̇̓̆̀͑̄͗̏͋ͅe̴͆͂̅͋̏̑͆̍̿̉́͌́̽͛̌͌́­̭̯̩̩͙̫͚̀̏̂͛͛̕͝ț̴̨̲̩͕̗̠̩̦͍̯̭̘̜̫̫̘̳͖̎̾̄̎͗̅̂̂̀͠i̴̡̦̬̺̊m̷̧̭̂̽͐͒͗̂̀̇̚­̳̠̹ę̴̜̱̬̠̗̬̖̲͔̞͎̭̪͌̾́̾́͘͠ͅͅş̷̖͖̺͊̑̑̓̓͋͂͗̃́̀̌͛͆́̐́̀̀͋͘͝͝,̵̋́͂̿͘͝­̗͖̮̝́̀́̐̋̋̈́̍̈͑̕ ̸̢̙̩̣̼̼̀́̀͋̓̄͐̆͒̑́͌̌̎͐Ĭ̴̯͇̼̪̬̯̈̈̓͐̈̇̾̃̐͐̄͑͌̽̚͜͠ͅ ̴̨̧͈̦̘̻̥̠̜̥̞̮̬̺̻͖̬̪̩̣͇̭̺̙̭͉̺̌̋́̍̓̅̽̑͂͐̽̊̎̇̀̄̅̅͛̋̕̚̕͜͝m̷͉̤̆̾͂̾̿̕͘͘­͚͎̠̰͖̼i̵̡͚̟͔͚͓͌̀̀̈́͆̓̄̅̃̉̅͛̎̋̌̓͘͘̕͝͠s̸̨͉̘͔͓̾̈̏̑̾̃͌̿͛̉̓̓̿̓̆̈͑͠͠s̵̎̍­̨̢͎̮̼̬̮̱̰͙̞͙̫̤̙͖̟̥̘̜ͅ ̵̩͕̽͌͛̂̂̈́͑̅̽̄͝i̶̧̡͚̳̲̫̯̼͇̯̞̮̻̬͓̻̩͈̼͇̮̺̼͒̃̈́̋̒̆͒̂̀͛̓̈́̋̓̂̒̄̀̈́̚͘͜͜͝͝­t̶̖̘͆̓͂̽́̈́̈̈́̐̅̕͝͝.̷̗͈̻̦̝̙͚̃̃̃̋̉͋̕͝͠͝
̵̀͊͐̄̈̔̉̒̏̀͐̊̿̀͑͋͋̒̾̈́̏̉̓̽͊̚͝­̨̢̖̮͙̮͖̱͇̫̗̭͈̤̭̫̳̙̫͙̬͙̻͗ͅT̴̢̢̡̞̻̲͇̙̣͈͖̻̐̋̏̓̇̊͂̉̌͛̈́̀̑̽̊̒̐̈͛̈́͋̚͠͝h­̵̢̨̯̩̭̦̮̞̳͓͙̩̪̺̗͉̳̓͒̃͂̈̉͊̿̑̓̊̑̂̾̀͒̈́͒̈́͊̑̈̑̀̾o̷̡̪͍͇̣̺̎̈͊̔͂̈̄̚̕̕ͅͅs̴­̢̨̨̡̢̨̤͚̩͖̟̗̻͎̖͔̦̖̲̯̗̋͑͆͛͛́̎́̎̈́͆̌̾̓̓͗̀̒̕̚͝ę̴̼͇̗̦̜͆ͅ ̷͉̱͖̦̱̝̗̠̞̫͉́͊̒̾̂͛͜l̶̛̤̜̞̠͓̠͕̦̬̖͔̩͇͖̖̱͋̎͒̓̆̋͊̀̇̌̑̇͐̍̎̓͑̉̍̔̐̈́̂̌̕͠͝­̫͕͙͕̟̪i̶̡̧̛̼̫̪̭̣̳̩͕̼̫̫͚͇͒̂̒̆̇̒̈͆̑̈́̔́͒́̑̔̀͋̒͗̉́͜͜͝͝ņ̶̧̢̢̛̙̝͔̪͓̈́̔̏­̬̥͕̮̳̬ę̵̡̧̛̥̫̹̹͙͇̖͚̝̪̟͖̜͇̞̥̼̬͕̂̈́͆̈́̉̃̽̃̍̿̎̄̍̇̓̈́͆̅͒̀̇̚͜s̴̾͐͑͌́̒̽͊­̨̧̧̢̫̮̤͖̻̞̖̱̹͉̥͍̹͈̬̍͒͆̑͜ͅ.̶̡̛͚͈͔͈̲̲̪̦̟͖̀͗̓̂̎̒͐͌̈́͑̽̈́͑́̓͌̔͛̔͒̊̆͂͝͝͝­̫̗̣
Hidden Glade Nov 2018
I give you my heart,
in all its broken-ish glory.
Do with it what you will
(please be gentle)
but know it's yours for as long
as I can give it to somebody.

But I know that I'll say stupid stuff.
All too often.
And I know that love is work.
And that I didn't.
But I need you to know,
I have a broken heart too, love.
And maybe that's what we need.

Just two broken hearts and some time together.
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