April 2012
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Perhaps I made a mistake, leaving my heart for safekeeping in a city so very far away.
Because all my actions are tainted with this endless emptiness it’s left within me.
There’s nothing more I can say, there’s nothing more I can ask you to think.
When I look in the mirror, I don’t recognise this face that looks back at me.
I used to believe, I had the strength to be...
“I will show you fear in a handful of dust. We don’t actually fear death,...”
– T.S. Eliot
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you’re this and you’re that, but you’re not good enough
we’re both hopeless romantics spinning apart
and i’m struggling to hold onto this hope pulsing in my heart
i’m waiting for you to notice
but i don’t know how long before the wait is enough
it’s so hard to be strong, when you know no one is looking on
and i’m struggling too
i feel...
