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key
Key's unlock many things. All different shapes, sizes, colours, metals, old or new. I just wonder what the one which hangs from your necklace is for. It the key to your heart? I would like the ownership.
secret
Shhhhh. Secrets are best kept inside for a battle of the mind and the heart. Sometimes secrets carry such a dead weight that the urge to spill and splutter them to another soul can be extremely tempting, especially in drunken emotional slurs. Maybe i'm paranoid or maybe even selfish but... no one can know my secrets. Lock up and throw away the key.
camera
Cameras capture all kinds of moments. Happy, sad, frustrated, anger, hatred, joy... but in every picture, it's as real as it is projected. I love looking back at old pictures of myself as a child and noticing how miserable I looked, simply because the matter of fact, I probably was.
trap
Trap is a word i'm very familiar with. My life is one big giant bear trap, filled with steel fanged teeth ready to ensnare me. But I won't let it. I'll keep moving, one leg each time, baring the pain, gritting my teeth and fists as it grazes deep into my flesh and right down to the bone. My tendons are cut with it's fierce jaw and blood oozing. I won't let go of life, not without a fight. And boy, am I great at fighting.
losses
I've loved and lost a lot of things in my short lifetime. And everyday It pains me to notice what I have loved and lost. Everyday is a constant reminder of what has gone, what is past, what I lived for. Everything goes away in the end. Loved ones, family, even your favourite hobbies are destroyed. Everything you thought you were is eaten away, by people, by the world, until you become an annoying breathing existance who has nothing to give, simply because they're too afraid to give it away. Yes, I am afraid.