August 10, 2011
The days are challenging.
My content expression gets me through the hours.
They believe it.
Even I am beginning to.
I cling to music,
To repair.
You rapidly coil yourself around my thoughts.
In the times I desperately need you to leave.
To let me have my sanity.
To let me regain my self respect.
The memories are interlocked between my hands.
I am fretting the thought of letting them go.
I must.
In order to heal.
I forgot why I ever held such admiration for you.
-Amber Barnes.

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