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Thursday, April 28th, 2005
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12:36a - person under re-construction
I'm still picking up the pieces.
It's been almost a year now....maybe the solution is not to pick up the pieces but construct and put new ones together. Maybe it's not working because the pieces need to be washed and re-painted and re-newed before being put together. Maybe I should stop pleading everyone, questioning them for that missing piece because it was, has always been, and will always be hidden in my shoe until I decide to take it out and complete ME. It has been hurting me, tripping me. Maybe I should get a new pair of shoes. Maybe I should get new feet. Maybe there is no need to scramble in picking them all up on bleeding bended knees. Maybe I should stop picking up pieces and LIVE.
It has been forever since I've updated.
When you're in depression, no matter how precious and meaningful each moment still is, it's also still not worth enough to be written (or typed) out. Everything is going well. Life is treating me like I'm sitting on the throne and yet I feel I'm that speck of dirt under the leg of the throne.
Life is passing me by. Someone unveil my eyes.
"Forgive me", I whisper. No one hears but me because no one can but me and no one can, but me.
current music: The Carpenter's We've Only Just Begun |
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