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Unhide It

 It's thundering. I can no longer keep it in. It's a strange urge in my chest which is making me cry until my eyes bleed. It's a strange urge to break things. It's a strange urge to scream loudly. It's a strange urge to hurt myself.  It's a relapse. Unhide it. Unhide until it's time to open up again Unhide it. Unhide until voice cracks screaming, Unhide it, till you can make to hide it.  Unhide when, you push everyone and linger alone.  Unhide it before it's too late. 
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Cold weather

 How mesmerizing right? SILENT TEARS It's not actually silent. No matter how hard you show yourself out there, no matter how many times you look up at the sky for sake of taking tears back up. It never gets easy. Yet it's mesmerizing ..how we still holdup everything and still move on with life. Without even realizing how far we've covered. Dear Diary 28 February, 20.... It's snowing today. But i'm not cold. I wonder why. Maybe because I'm sick? Or is it because everything in me turned into cold itself. I wonder why.... Yesterday I lost him again. My ex. He was all I could think of. Everytime he was free we had a chat we text we call we sleep but.... what happened the other day? And the another following day?.. Was everything over. No it wasn't. Nothing much just cheating. Chat, talk, text, sleep but with another. Yet I was his all time muse. Just to keep bugs away..  Last night I was sad and just for not diverting my thoughts towards bruises and injuring I c
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THE DARK SIDE OF AN ARTIST

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(It's a tale of an artist with dark side flowing out in silent tears) “Silent tears is like room full of silence with screaming high pitch fears and agony I posses” he said. It's not visible obviously but it's there. Showing not showing doesn't make difference. No matter what you do with the color black, it'll never leave it's existence. It's grunge and darkness. Silent tears are like paintings which can be interpreted in any way until you read words by the artist. Silent tears are not very silent. " Always believed in grief how much of it never left life these painted murals i try to erase all alone where the body you loved once sits heavy on my chest Tonight, i saw a dream in it's truest form. " A Brief glimpse of an unfinished entry, a nightmare which continuously haunts him. A dream he never dared to see again.  Dear Diary 29 February 2013 Demons.. Clawing, scratching at my mind .. Wanting to break free.. At times in the day, it's like
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