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Even the hardest hearts weaken at the sound of the right words.
Many of us crucify ourselves between two thieves - regret for the past and fear of the future.
Some memories are etched into our souls with smoldering, rugged daggers.
and there are days when the scars bleed out; we become weak.
forever . . unwillingly remembering.
Â© Liz M.
Anger blinds you for a moment; and in that one single moment of darkness and unreason, you will have done something that you will spend your whole life regretting.
Â© Liz M.
No one cares about the truth anymore.
its all about convenience.
I'm trying to reach the surface, but my eyes burn; i can't see.
if i could only drown my thoughts . . the way they drown me.
Â© Liz M
I'm not afraid to face my past.
Just afraid that when I do;
the road would lead me back to you.
I'm not a dreamer, nor a fighter.
I'm just another hopeless writer...