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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
it's 2 a.m I realised that I don't write here anymore. I don't write about how I feel about things that are going on in my life or about (haha) the world. Well, perhaps sometimes I do, but in any case, I'm just like the anti-thesis of my black & white blog- I don't say anything explicitly. I don't know why it's so hard for me to untwine this wound up dressing I've unknowingly layered myself with. I cannot go bare. Or perhaps, like Cordelia, I cannot heave my heart into my mouth. It's okay, right? Shakespeare once wrote, that when we are born we cry, that we are come to this great stage of fools. If all the world's a stage, I must be the greatest fool, for fooling myself about this, and that, and that. You know it takes a whole lot of nothing to smile and laugh. But in my case, it takes a whole lot of something to mean it. Certainty. Good morning Happiness, you don't seem so foreign, you don't. TonFlyingHigh!1:57 AM *** |
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