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Monday, March 17, 2003

and he just keeps pushing. and all i can think of is run, go, get out while you still can. and those eyes stare right through me as if they're stealing my secrets. and i try to shut down, to keep him out, to disappear into that place where only i am allowed inside, but he keeps pulling me back with his requests for love and a closeness that i just cant give him. get out, my heart screms, get out while you're still capable of thought. get out before you sink inside yourself so deep that you cant pull yourself out anymore. why wont you love me, he asks, eyes pleading, why cant you show me that i count, that i matter? but it's too late for that. he's pushed too hard and i've sunk right down. it's safe and warm in here. comfortably dark

POSTED BY littlefaeriegirl Monday, March 17, 2003  |  



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