They say it's crazy that I keep coming
back ,that I still allow you into my life.
But they don't know what it is like to be able to hold a shooting star in your hand. They don't know the pleasure I gain from getting burnt over and over.
To finally breathe after being under water for so long. They don't know that when our pieces fit together is when we feel a burst of energy.
They'll say we're sick, but they don't know how much thrill we get from it.
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This Loud Silence In My Head
РазноеWe all have those deep sometimes troubling thoughts that we dare nor speak out to anyone but truth is there's someone out there with similar thoughts. Well mostly it's just things experienced daily that I voice. And like every writer out there am h...
