Tuesday, January 4, 2011

This scar is but a fleck on my porcelain skin

Some days you wake up, and your mind is clear and your outlook is fresh, and you just know. You know who's good for you and who isn't, who's genuine and who's not, and who has masqueraded into your life under a false persona to get what they want.

There's the ones pushing you into a downward spiral and the ones waiting there to catch you when you fall, and you, my friend, you are the less noble of the two. I was afraid this would happen, but I was hoping you would prove me wrong.

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