since when did almond eyes
become waters for you to test what gave you the confidence to dive into those dark glossy pools and assume you could contaminate them with fear no really answer me i’m genuinely confused how much narcissism does it take to only see the surface and suppose it knows every crevice to dive into the unknown and still think it’s their game who are you protecting by lacerating an innocent child disabling an unassuming grandparent tell me why are women more likely to be attacked plenty of fish in the sea but yet you target those who are more likely to float who is this saving tell me you don’t even dip your toes you dive head first you’re in deep waters but you still think it’s a kiddie pool air and plastic easy to burst dispensable let me spell it out for you the Chinese soul is ”-characterized by anguished and inarticulated love as a consequence of disciplined emotions.” no almond eyes aren’t waters for you to test they’re windows to our soul but we never let you in they’re mirrors for your ignorance but we never asked for it you’re attacking yourself so why are we the ones reflecting the pain you know what happens when you try to pollute a pure soul? you make blood boil so next time you want to swim with the Chinese go swim with the fishes first
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for the first time in a long time she was speechless
words no longer sufficed the pain of her heart pressed heavier than the weight of her voice it was excruciating it was sublime to be able to feel the fissures of her existence stretched to its limits it was human to the core existential she felt privileged a low that felt high a high that felt infinite and as much as it tamed her she desired for everything to cease existing the memories of when they first met his presence invasive her predisposition shy his eyes digging her refusal to reciprocate the flashes of his camera she didn’t like his naked eye but his third eye she didn’t resist and she didn’t know it then but she had fallen hard at first it felt like relief a free spirit letting her walls down for once “You opened up my mind” she told him “Now you have to open up the rest of me” the second time the third time the fourth the fifth the sixth the seventh each time they met she was sure it would be the last and each time her heart soared suffered mourned healed then broke again and each time she had so much to say as if volume of words would convey volume of desire volume of pain but her words never did much one word from him did more than a thousand from her his silence echoed louder than her screams so for the first time in a long time she was speechless words no longer sufficed and the pain of her heart pressed heavier than the weight of her voice *written while listening to this song* |
"I'm afraid so. You're entirely bonkers. But I'll tell you a secret. All the best people are."
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