29 April 2012
The whispers. The tears. A touch here. A bruise there. The sobs muffled by glass. All of it shattering in my face. Lonely and tainted. A closed window. Open door. Harsh words. Sweet looks. Holding on but still so far away. The world cries along. Don't make a sound. Together in the dark yet still so filled with light that might make the difference to saving a life.
Some words are pure and could possibly be the cure. Read between the lines. Then one day you might understand this hidden pain within and all that it brings.
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