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Sunday, August 31, 2008
dreams.
dreams.

what are they?

do they reflect your innermost desire? do they speak of the unbearable truth that you fought so hard to bury? do they tell us how wounded our heart is? or are they the symptoms of a broken heart?

i build shields to protect what is left.
i fade memories to save the pieces.
i hide my heart so that i can't find it anymore.
i have done what i can - so why do i still have dreams then? why must i still wake up with this unbearable coldness beside me? why why why?

ayes.

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