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Post by anonymous08 » Mon Jun 25, 2007 12:04 am

Something I can't understand

How the light of something so lovely could ever penetrate something so vile.

Scars and bandages to complement a dark heart, dead and dying.

I must grasp this ephemeral something before I close to life and spirit.

The light is not that hurting, burning fire of childhood that terrified me, hardened me.

It's not the same.

This light is brightening, loving warm.


This light is loving.

Loving - my scars, my bandages, my heart.

I can hold on to my life, my spirit.

Thrown into the light.

I will not be cast into the fire - but the light.

My own light.
You couldn't be suicidal if your life depended on it.

there i go again, pretending that i'll fall

don't call the doctors!

they've seen it all before

they'll say just let her crash and burn

she'll learn

the attention just encourages her.

- Dresden Dolls "Girl Anachronism"

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