Honestly, I think I am not cut for the scene sometimes. It breaks my heart and shreds me up inside, yet until now I still fail to comprehend why and how- such a simple question is it not, to which the answer holds the key to the closet/cabinet/cupboard/musical box in my heart. In order to alleviate the chronic pain I think of excuses and more reasons to convince myself otherwise, but do you know that I am never the most patient creature possible?

I could brag how I could read some people like an open book, but it does fail me at times. Usually I would bow my head down with all due respect, before falling to my knees to beg for the power to read minds instead.

Sigh, rhymes with sign. Id prefer the latter anytime though.

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