Every time they cut you, I bleed.
Tuesday, March 9, 2010
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28 comments:
I fear to die for my death could make you cry.
ease to an aching heart
what's yours is mine what's mine is yours
Indeed, I do. And I hate myself for it.
absolutely beautiful! your words really give a special touch.
i swear it's like you wrote this with me in mind.
this is like a beacon towards home for the lost. validation for the weary and big, but heavy, hearted.
Where was this picture taken???
Where was this picture taken??
who are they and why would they cut you ?
So beautiful it makes my heart ache.
People cut others, hoping to heal themselves.
It works the same even if it's you who's doing the cutting.
every time your smile fades in disappointment, it's just as well...i feel like every time you lose that smile, i die a little inside as well...
that's what i thought...
horribly painful.
you are a really good writer. I applaud your works. Thanks for revealing it to the world.
& when you bleed, the static in your veins crackles in my ears.
[It's beautiful, this electricity.]
[I only wish lightning didn't start forest fires.]
this reminds me of the 14 year old girl who's final school speech was about cutting.
"if you bleed, I will cut."
my son's speech was him coming out.
If any one had cut into him for speaking his truth, I would have wanted to make them bleed.
deb! I missed you :)
<3
I feel this for my sister... are you listening ella?
hey you, missed you too!
<3
Love your blog ;)
I wish I shared a heart with someone.. I don't. Probably never will. It's to scary.
But you make it seem beautiful.
--You have such amazing blogs. :)
Do not bleed for me, my brother. I did not know my suffering would effect you, in this way. Though that is why each time you feel that sadness it is me that, cries. Soon my brother, I am here, let us stop the bleeding, let me now dry my tears.
Then you must need a tourniquet.
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