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life; links!; memories


Beyond me



Tuesday, May 19, 2009
facades,
was what you truly excelled in.
You tried to become someone without flaws, someone so perfect.
you pretended to be someone you werent.

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BOYS OVER FLOWERS IS,

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That smile you plaster on, to cheer people up, to make them happy,
to make yourself feel good,
soon loses its significant meaning.
That cheerful character, to make people laugh,
soon became an irritation to you.

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MY NEW LOVE<3

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But it didnt work out, because eventually you realised you were still a far way back from whom you wanted to be, perhaps maybe even a step away from where you started out at first.
This facade, it had dragged you down instead.

everything was a failure.
disappointment, letdown.
exhausted, you were breaking down.

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TOTALLY ADDICTED.

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the pain pounding at your heart, on the verge of being smashed into bits.
it isnt going away.

you were, falling deeper and deeper, into a bottomless crevasse.

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I CANT DO A DAY WITHOUT IT NOW):

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your whole body felt so heavy, something was weighing you down.
the tears never seem to end, you collapsed to the ground in a heap.
what a mess you have become, a total wreak.

and, the cycle repeats, what you have always known to do in times like this.
a routine you are so accustomed to every night,
your body just acted accordingly on its own.

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SATISFY MY ADDICTION(:

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The pain that shot through that instant,
released everything,
you felt lighter, the load lifted off your chest,
free of burdens.

the red swollen spots and lines that surfaced after each time,
ahhh such a familiar sight.

it was all, simply satisfaction to you.
you were at peace, with yourself.

but you never fail to notice, this feeling of disgust creeping up slowly to you.
yes, what you have always loathe people for doing,
you were doing it now.
you are, such a hypocrite.

you concealed the wounds, for fear they would be noticed.
no one did,
thank god.

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HOT.

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And it continued, continued till you realised it was too late,
that it was over, gone,
that you have reached a dead end,
that there was no way out.

completely destroyed, never to become whole again.

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IT MAKES MY DAY YAYYY(:
HAPPY(:

distraction