Once more, i find myself at a loss for words. For actions. Once i step outside my door, i am at the mercy of those who are still unknown. The earth tilts, and i can't feel it. People are talking, but i can't hear it. I am moving, but i have no clue where i'm going.Even a million miles away, you can break my heart.
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Splatta on the windsheild
~So, here we are. Can you believe we are actually here? Now? In this time frame, using these words, and loving every second of it? Nah, neither could I. But I miss you. Miss you as you hate me. Miss you as you scream at me. I'm not desperate.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.
~Those blessed with the power of words should not use it lightly. Be the change. Over analyze ever word that us uttered, muttered, screamed, whispered, and so on. To be true is something worth fighting for.