It just makes them harder to see.
Tuesday, October 9, 2012
The Bandages Are Made Of Shadows
It just makes them harder to see.
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You and I both know, the dark doesn't make the bruises disappear.
It just makes them harder to see.
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It just makes them harder to see.
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12 comments:
but the truth will set us free ;)
and you and i both know, the silence doesn't make everything right again.
it just makes it easier to not say anything else wrong.
don't turn on the light
the only thing worse than the pain
is having you know how much you hurt me.
hide and forget.
p/s:
Hello from Malaysia!! :D
Yet ironically, we all do it just to make ourselves feel better.
but it still does nothing to curb the pain.
And so may you begin to love me for who I am, not for the way my past has beaten me.
you don't care about me so you don't deserve me
Ah. This is so beautifully simple.
in love tries to cut ties and isn't in love does underhanded, mean things to get attention from in love to prove in love is still in love
punching heart shaped bruises into eachother for a plural numbered of years now. go us.
You.
Are.
Wanted.
Beautiful.
For a minute.
Yet never loved by a hand that's touched me.
Sir, I don't know what love is. But I definitely know what it isn't. What it isn't, it is all I have, all I know. Don't tear up as I state my truth. It is what it is. It's a mistake I live over and over. I won't learn my lesson. I'm not sorry. I'm just sorry you are.
Goodbye
this girl is...
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WOW
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