You want to be able to say no but it keeps backing you into the corner of your room.
You try to talk your way out, hoping that the inertia will burn away like fog on a morning in May.
But it's hanging over you, it's taped your mouth shut. You can't hear your own thoughts.
You keep making things up and talking to yourself. You keep papering over your own heart.
Tuesday, March 29, 2011
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A nice departure for you. Love "You keep papering over your own heart." Really stuck with me!
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