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she brings this liberation that I just can't define
In silence
Written at 4:48 AM on Monday, August 31, 2009

If it's all in the past, then why can't I let it go?

It's amazing the power of those little black words sitting on my screen, willing me to succumb to darkness. And I do. I let go of myself for just that fleeting moment, wanting to be sucked into this endless gaping black hole, not caring if I never surface again.

I wish you knew the extent of this cyanide desire....and I wish you did something before it begins to poison the roots. Something more than vacant words of comfort, empty promises which won't be fulfilled.

It's the quiet night that breaks me, like a dozen papercuts that only I can trace.