The distant stutter of an unwanted picture slowly grows
And a revelation hits the tips of my most fragile hearing
I don't want to understand but I do
I want to pretend
But pretending will just drive one mad
I must face the truth
Only good can come from the reality
Even if it hurts now
Things will get better
And finally I understand
Friday, March 20, 2015
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