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Welcome to my blog randomnessandweirdnessisanna.blogspot.com where I try to annoy you as much as possible by not updating even after countless tags.
Oh. Repetition makes me happy.
And yes, there IS a pause button to stop the music from continuously playing in your ear, interrupting the sound of my very annoying voice playing in your heads.
MUHAHAHA.


Monday, May 11, 2009
9:45 PM

Coming from the M.K.

Dear M&M,

One day I sent you to the back. One day I lost all control.

Now you feel fear. Now I am not the blanket of safety I wanted to be. Now you are wary. Now you do not dare. Now you make your own decisions. Now you have grown.

Did I play a part?

I dare say not.

For I was there but not there as much as there should have been. For we hide behind that sheet of disguise where everything feels better, like a separate paradise.

Thirst.

I cannot make you less thirsty. Sometimes I do not even try when I know I should.


Why?

The veil I wear is thicker than yours. Your veil allows others to see when you are happy, when you are sad.

My veil wears the same expression of nothingness which no one is allowed to touch or lift, for when it has been lifted, it gets pulled down again.

Do what you love. I hope I've helped you there.

The rough patch you're going through. Be not afraid, pray to God, he will answer all your prayers.

Will you deem me a hypocrite?

I know I must carry no burden, and I try, but try as I might I am never set free to be open.


I like the hiding and the closeness. You know that well.

I like that sometimes I can just guess about you. You make me smile.

Please do not let your own cease to exist.

Please hold on, for I know you can.

I told her, I told her it was a pity.

I told her I was sad that you were not yet saved.


But what am I doing here?

I've said I loved you over and over, till now it means but nothing, though you seem fine with once a day.

I can't show anyone anymore.

I'm not capable.

I'll miss you.