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without
With or without you, I will still be the same I will not bury my face or hide from the shame shall not wither away and crawl into a hole Shall not concede to the emptiness growing in my soul I will be fine, but i'm afraid you will suffer all I had to go through
without
Without a purpose, the heights are dizzying. I cannot make the ascent if the presifis is not in view, cannot force myself to summon the will to continue.
leap
Endless. The corridors of my mind beckon me to lovers' leap tempting me to jump Leap, into the arms of him But what if he doesnt catch me? What if I fall and dont stop falling? What if I scream and no one hears? Too many "What if"'s, too many fears. Should I just chance it? Run down the corridor and into the arms of love? Or shouldIi hold back, listen to the voice above? Im going to jump. The scent of him is just too over-powering. Ensnaring everything Making me mindless, crazy, senseless I back up a few feet, just to get a run up I run, I run as fast as i can. I leap off a towering clifftop and i look down into the eyes of him, but those eyes have turned into great oceans And im going down. Down.
matching
"Your socks don't match." I looked up, the comment came from my mother. I had bloodshot eyes, punctured arms and spotty skin and all she could say was "Your socks don't match."
fallout
I think what happened could best be described as a 'fallout'. A massive human error resulted in a cataclysmic explosion in my chest and the fabric of my past inspirations were strewn about the landscape like so many blood-stained, bloated corpses.