I wish I had something more to say but I've already used all the words I know; the problem with me not being a good speaker is that you're not a good listener. You don't have the patience to hear me attempt to attempt to articulate the haziness of my emotions in a vocabulary I am unfamiliar with. You don't have the understanding to see past the own distorted image you have of yourself. You move in a world inhabited only by your own fears and doubts and your warped, overblown sense of pride. When you battle against me you only end up fighting against yourself, because I am always on your side.
Can't you see it? Do not mistake me for one of your shadows and carve away at a dignity that has you as its soul and centre. I fight for you, why do you cut me down?
Friday, May 20, 2011
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