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(stuck in a state of questioning)
What’s left to believe in once you’ve taken the “lie” from this belief?
These indefinite explanations you always leave me with can only maintain my nearly overwhelming uncertainties,
and I’m already feeling so completely unsure while becoming even more dependant on past experience’s to fight off my pressing insecurities.
I’m here just watching time expire.
All the while I’ve been letting myself honestly open up to these things I haven’t felt in years.
I might almost let this moment pass as we’re nearly ready to release.
Once hindered pendulums are left hanging low with defeat.
I never asked for any of this.
Wasn’t it you who dared me to let myself get all caught up in this fear that follows the initial falling?
That was more then enough to break the already shattered bones.
We’re standing upon our now unsteady feet,
and I’m attempting to keep my balance,
but that’s never been exactly easy.
The weight of my catastrophe is weighing heavily down onto me.
The fall was easy,
it’s the picking myself back up after breaking into pieces that might just kill me.
I’ve always been the one who needed a little guidance,
but you don’t really understand that there really is a difference.
A helping hand would be enough,
and so much more simple then choking me with your force fed advice.
I’m just about full.
Regardless,
I take what I’ve been given and I believe I’ve heard this all once before…
now I remember everything.
They say to take it easy on ourselves,
because in life we’re given the gift of the people we need…
but don’t let anyone get all to close.
History has shown how we can never expect anyone’s love to really last.
I guess they were right.
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Published 20th Jan 2010
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