Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Blue Period

Today, I want to cry. Nothing happened, really. Its just that I'm heart-broken and afraid. And I seem to have held if off well for a while, but it all came back, with a silly song and a few words and oh so many memories. Why can't we just be done with certain bits of our life? Shouldn't our blue periods be compartmentalized? Why must the stains seep into the rest of our lives?

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