The tears are dried and tons of tissue are used. Was it necessary or just a charade? Who was right me or you?
My colour is no longer red... a few tones lighter after the weekend from the house and problems. Maybe an escape was mentioned to venture out see the RIGHT COLOUR.
The pain still lingering within the walls of my soul. Am I so weak walking this earth? No.. i grow with pain shaping me into a much better person looking out thru the blurry glasses.
Woke up wore a pink pastel blouse showing the world that I am healing but spaces are required. Not seeing each other anymore did not work like magic as hoped. Turning him into a toad or a frog also failed since I was never taught the correct mixture of evilness.
Tears cried and surely... the apologies were utter to soften my heart which felt like screaming from the core... You are hateful, horrible and lots more. No I lacked the courage to say. All I did was... whispered gentle into the ears that YOU hurt me pretty bad and the scar in me is damaging to this impossible relationship.
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