You are back from Ireland, and as amazing as that was you will right about that later. You have also had your graduation party which also gets dumped in the "later" pile. Right now you are feeling emo due to the slight issue of a knife sticking out of your back. You have no idea why it was placed there but know who did it and well it's your heart that ended up being pierced. Hurts like a damn S.O.B. but silence is keeping it just out of your reach. Silence may be golden, and duct tape silver, but when wielded by the dark side it's fecking razor wire. You did warn this was going to sound emo. The one person you really really want to talk to is just out of your reach, on the other side of a little thing called a state border. You don't understand why it's the times when your hurting most that you're left alone to deal. Hell must be your curse. For some it's money, for you it's the crosses you have to bear alone. You wonder if you're truely alone or just not looking in the right place. You want a physical human to tell you and comfort you like the divine being you hold dear. You want to know that there is someone who will pull the knife out. Someone who will save you. You cling to the hope of release like a child clings to its parent. You were doing so well, and now you're a wreck. The music helps ease some of the pain, giving voice to it, and yet you still seek those proverbial arms of comfort. Defience will not let you drown but you can only wade so long.
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