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Wednesday, October 15, 2008

when you so fiercely protect something that you believe in. something you care about. only to find out that your protection is neither needed or wanted. it's like trying to put your arms around the cold air. you get nothing out of it. nothing except a shudder and a feeling of emptiness.

and after spending so long trying to talk some sense into it. i get a slap right in my face. not a word of thanks but that i've made things difficult. i have made things tiring. a slap in the face indeed.

where have those golden days gone?

someone said that we have hit the rocks. have we?

i finally know what it feels like to be inadequate. to feel lousy. unworthy. unnecessary. and there's not a word. nothing.

the world sleeps with you while i punch the air and gasp for a voice that has lost its fight.
-cheryl
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