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hit me.
hurt me, with a scar.
scars are degrading. self-sacrificing.
pleasant in the moment. hot outside the bedroom.
reminders. tests of our faith, and humanity.

deep within the skin.. blood rushing. our veins pop, and then we bleed regrets.
So I was running. Running and running away. From the way things used to be. I didn't want to stay any longer. I was a shell, wrapped within a shell.
Conflicted. Playing tag with my imaginary friends inside my head.
Who knew self could be so much fun.
But as we unravel the secrets, and truth become exposed, we're not ready. Or we just can't accept it. We're afraid..
Fear too much and soon you'll fear everything.
every moment. every breath

Like tension, it breaks you. And then destroys you..
Then you start to break down... No trust. No faith. The only solace you can find is on a mirror. Your eyes staring back at you.

We like comfort. Repetitive. The routine.
Fear more, and everyone becomes a suspect. Like being at gun-point. And the only way to find any release, pull the trigger...

What is left?
Will there be anything left?
Choices? We had our chance.. Failed miserably, but we made our choice.
It was ugly..

Close your eyes to the sounds.. Forget.
Be free..

What is freedom?..

and she walks away..

~End~

Description
hit me.
hurt me, with a scar.
scars are degrading. self-sacrificing.
pleasant in the moment. hot outside the bedroom.
reminders. tests of our faith, and humanity.

deep within the skin.. blood rushing. our veins pop, and then we bleed regrets.
So I was running. Running and running away. From the way things used to be. I didn't want to stay any longer. I was a shell, wrapped within a shell.
Conflicted. Playing tag with my imaginary friends inside my head.
Who knew self could be so much fun.
But as we unravel the secrets, and truth become exposed, we're not ready. Or we just can't accept it. We're afraid..
Fear too much and soon you'll fear everything.
every moment. every breath

Like tension, it breaks you. And then destroys you..
Then you start to break down... No trust. No faith. The only solace you can find is on a mirror. Your eyes staring back at you.

We like comfort. Repetitive. The routine.
Fear more, and everyone becomes a suspect. Like being at gun-point. And the only way to find any release, pull the trigger...

What is left?
Will there be anything left?
Choices? We had our chance.. Failed miserably, but we made our choice.
It was ugly..

Close your eyes to the sounds.. Forget.
Be free..

What is freedom?..

and she walks away..

~End~