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But the Truth is…the Truth is…the Truth…
I can almost remember what it felt like,
To believe in something.
To understand the difference between right and wrong.
To really feel love and hope and even pain.
That was before the Apathy struck like a disease.
That was before my hazy conscience bean to accuse me without reason.
That was before Everything went Numb.
We can…almost….believe….there is….
I danced with the Stars, before my Fatal Decent.
Before the glitter smoldered and burned my eyes,
Before love began to feel more like I was being strangled…
But love, Real Love….love is when…
All I can remember is the feeling in my chest
And how every touch spread down my spine like fire.
It’s so simple, at times.
To know, to Understand.
For that to be Enough…
But I…I have written so many words…
And I am yet Ignorant of their Truths..
And all I want is to Bleed and Scream of Love.
But it will all…it will all get better after…
There is a reason…
All you have to do is….
And then…
Nothing…
Will..
Hurt…
Anymore…