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The sadness remains

25/3/2018

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The clock has stopped ticking, I fell asleep somewhere along the line. I heard nothing and saw only the things that were difficult to pass by. These times are ringing in my ear and hiding all of the good stuff. The things that only you and me shared the things that are not easy for others to understand. It a complicated situation but as simple as anything could ever be. That's the thing we always found funny. We would laugh and trace the sadness with our hands as though it would flicker away in the blink of an eye. The water would wash everything away but the sadness remains. It's tapping on the window like a little bird and it's hiding in the cupboard,  the one you always hid everything in to appear as though you had it all together. Putting on a front is the thing I dislike about you most. But my darling the truth will always remain. Raw and honest is just what I like. Call out to me once you let all the things go and the facade has crumbled into the abyss.
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