so there's this guitar sitting in my room. i took her out and played her a bit...and as i was putting her away, i heard a whisper from among the strings...
...
y en el fin, no creo que soy tan bueno como ellos me necesitan ser. the worst part is...i don't know how to help them, and keep some of me.
...
whatever you've thought about me...forget it. all of it. and know that i'm just. tired. which, by no means should indicate that i'm giving up. that i'm finished. i've done all of this before. gone through the motions. he says you can't touch him. i'm not invincible--i won't begin to delude myself in that respect. you can touch me, hit me, throw me to the other side of the street, leave me cold and wet and alone in the gutter. go for it. you want to know will happen? i'll be scratched. bleeding. bruised. broken. but it's worth it..it's all worth it because as you're walking away, i'll stand back up, brush myself off, and keep walking down my little path. then i'll find you, just so i can stand eye to eye with you. and i'll likely have to laugh, because you quite possibly made one of the worst mistakes of your miserable existence.
you turned your back on me.
breathe in to save yourself.
17 September 2004
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Hey.. I, as usual, after deep contemplation of reading what you write, come to some sort of understanding of part of what you say, and no understanding of it as a whole.
But I must say the end paragraph feels right. It just..is.
Or maybe its me being love sick, for the first time in a long while.
that last paragraph--feels right now. tomorrow it might be all wrong, all because of the way you read it, or how i wrote it. but either way..breathe in.
when you pick yourself back up, you're just as invincible as you can be..
it's not about not being insensitive to the burn, it's knowing that you can take it, and still keep walking down your own path..i'm sorry.
thanks :) really. but sometimes you apologize for the silliest things..
as you get to know me, my dear, you will find that i have the potential to be tremendously so.
silly, that is.
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