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A hundred and one excuses fell from the tip of your tongue. Spill into the emptiness of your heart; out onto the plain that is our lives. Your solemnity masks the inner you; the one i know, the one i'd rather not. Your face gives me false impressions; the true you under the blanket you've created. The monster that lies under that blanket; caged inside what you say is a well designed exterior. Masking the frustration, the anger that is fuming inside of you; i'll never let you take me alive. Never listening to a word you said; that beast inside you will never consume me.

Isn't it amazing how you can drift so quickly away from someone; they slip away so easily? Both growing apart at the speed of light; nothing you can do to stop it from happening. Wishing that you could see that person you were so close to; thinking about them every so often. Looking back at old photographs; wishing you could go back to a time like that. Talking to you again feels so weird; we were so close and now we hardly even say hello. Wishing for one second i could come and have a long conversation with you; the friend i've always missed. Regretting ever dropping everything for a disgraceful reason; there was no need. I loved you

The change isn't dramatic, but you can feel it in your bones; it's going to happen and you know it. The clock's ticking down and the days become shorter; the darkness traps you. Leaves fall from the trees to the floor; nobody notices at first. This season; autumn, the season where everything seems to die. Eventually the snow falls around you; winter's here, things become alive. The colours suddenly seem to change; browns and reds to whites and silvers. Autumns beauty ever so increased by winters colours and sounds; their beauty combined over those six months. The most amazing seasons; nothing could really compare to these.

When you feel like nothing could go wrong; like everything's going the way it should. You'll soon realise that things are going in the opposite direction; down that slipperly slope once again. The pain, the hurt, the feeling of confusion; they all mount up and eventually you'll crack. There's no need to cry my dear; keep your head high and realise you're better than this. Letting go will have to be one of the hardest things you'll ever do; i know you don't want to. You must, you've spent too much time; waiting, hoping, wanting and loving. Knowing that he never meant those things he said to you, you still hope. Let go my child, it's for

Waking up all wrapped warm and cosy in that place you spend a third of your life. The curtains blowing softly in that autumn breeze; the warmth seems to increase as that cool air hits you. Birds calling to each other outside; their lives seem so meaningless, yet their songs are so beautiful. Closing your eyes and listening to their song, wondering what they're saying, what they're singing. As the light turns to darkness; within the blink of an eye, their songs fade into the distance. The chirps of those beautiful winged beings stay within your head; lulling you into a deep sleep. Keeping your window open; knowing that the next morning t

When things seem so broken can you really tell whether it's the truth? Whether the outer shell is just hiding the inner joy; shielding it from all the harmful things this world has to offer. Encased in that cracking outer protection; will the broken release themselves? Will everyone see their inner souls; the ones that are begging to escape? Be released into the world my child; free yourself from that wicked binding shell. Nobody can help you but yourself; there's no need to hide, no need to put up such a front. Why does everything that is broken have to be turned to dust? Left to rot in the darkness; disappearing into oblivion. I wil