You know when we argue? It's like
all the bricks lining the inside of my skin fall
away and I
break.
And when I find myself afraid to move, it hurts the
most to know that
you are the very structure of my bones.
How did I let it get to this?
[With everything you said, all I wanted to tell you was 'stop it, you're hurting me'. But you are so frightfully reasonable, and how could I explain that?]
You enclose my vitality
and it scares me to death.
[I'd never heard the word impunity before.]
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the stuff in brackets won't make sense.
Please tell me what you think
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a good piece penned that swerves the spirit into new ideas where the light of the life is constant, and true.
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