we are all just

bound to become a pile of disintegrating secrets,

tightly clenched mysteries with-held

in an overtly cynical protective grasp.

lest you reveal anything,
and dare feel the most minuscule
rejection.

.... the saddest part of all this is that when you die, 

No one

will Know the person you were....

stupid chilling epiphanies at odd hours in the subway.
*sigh*






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On the bright side, im moving soon into my own tiny little place closer to school.
yay for *finally* getting away from the brown fudgin' unnecessary drama.
:)

-eeda