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Axxa.

24yrs. Pisces

You've got such beautiful words but none which block the rain, bandage my wounds, nor build a home.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

When I don't know how I'm supposed to feel, you're the only person that can remind me.

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Monday, February 18, 2013

 If you're strong enough to take that blade and draw it across your skin.  If you're strong enough to take those pills and swallow them when no one's home. If you're strong enough to tie that rope and hang it from the ceiling fan. If you're strong enough to jump off that bridge, my friend. You are strong enough, to live. 

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Happiness isn't something i should ever have the luxury of feeling. Because when i do, i know there's something greater i am about to lose. Keep breaking me like this lord. Perhaps it's the only way for me to remain humble and afraid of you. Keep making these tears fall every night so i wont forget to keep praying. I'm sorry i forgot u when i was happy.

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Sunday, February 17, 2013

I felt it again. That familiar adrenaline rush. I could feel the sky again. Thank lord. For remembering me. Xx.

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Thursday, February 7, 2013

People who think that they can just grab the hand of happiness when it’s offered to them—how happy must they be? That woman becomes nervous when she is too happy. To that woman, happiness is like a child’s game of blowing bubbles. The moment when she touches the bubbles that float her way carrying the light of the rainbow, they burst. In front of happiness, that woman always gives up, before the hand is even offered.

To somebody, love is like medals or trophies, the result of a victory to boast of. To somebody, love is the process of waiting endlessly on for the other person, which turns into true feeling. To that woman, love is a secret she cannot allow to be exposed, not even to herself.

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Just like you mistook lust for love, you've mistaken being alone as lonelines. So I'm fine. Thank you for asking. -NV

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Monday, February 4, 2013

When rejected by the person you love most, when betrayed by the person closest to you—that’s when self-abasement begins. You hide in a space that’s all your own, and close your heart. To that woman, a scar was like falling into deep water. The onlookers who don’t know the depth of that scar just wonder why she can’t swim out. There are so many people who belittle a stranger’s scar. She didn’t want to hear such empty words. At least one person… from one person…