Monday, March 15, 2010
Masks
It's strange, if you think about it. What's the real you? What's the real me? I've covered my face with so many masks, I can no longer remember who the real me is anymore. I've forgotten everything. What's the point? I've covered my soul, my spirit, my mind... It's all darkness that I can't get out of. I've become so numb. I can't feel anything anymore. Who am I?
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To be frank I think that your posts are a thousand way better mine. Your posts have a little spark that I love and every should love. That your have that I don't.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much. I just type what I feel. Things have been hard for me lately and I just sit and write and things just come out that way. :)
ReplyDeleteYour welcome. I'm just to scared to write my feelings.
ReplyDeleteYou should never be scared to write your feelings! That's what writing is! The more you put yourself into it, the more beautiful it becomes. The whole point of writing is you speak out those things that you feel inside of you.
ReplyDeleteI know it's just. I've been made fun of because of my feelings since second grade. And my feelings get bottled up. And won't come out.
ReplyDeleteYa.... I know what you mean. Though, I doubt anyone will make fun of you on a Blog. I'll beat 'em up is they do. XP Just keep trying and they'll find their way out eventually.
ReplyDeleteYou're an AMAZING writer and don't let anyone tell you otherwise. :D
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