*sweetie's believe it or not*

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Believe it or not, i AM verbally impaired. Orally, that is.

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i am constantly screaming inside of my head. But i was taught to only mouth things if they were positive and nice.

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So my fingers are a lot more eloquent than my lips. But my hips don't lie.

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Enter the confessionary. i hold awful, terrible grudges.

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My fantasy. Everything would be perfect again, if He just said that He was wrong, those two times...

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He ripped our contract and said horrible things to me. He threw my pearl collar away, the one i was most proud of having made, and hurt me even more the next day. i wouldn't have minded the flogging. But He threw away something beautiful, something i made with my own hands, as if the things i made/make/create were all worthless. As if i were worthless.

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Grudges are evil. They feed off our souls.

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All i do these days is dream... Yesterday, in the morning, i dreamt of my disturbing world, once more. Its dark, and dirty and ugly. People are mean. I witnessed a son pay to have his mother kidnapped and rape her. Histerically. Dreamland is not very pleasant these days.

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Will my heart ever be contented?

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Apparently, i am broken.

See, i am leaking through my eyes.

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xoxo

Grizabella

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P.s.: Guess i'll get over it. Somehow, someday. All that matters is how much i love Him.´

(corny)

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