scar
See, the problem is, my happiness is tied intrinsically to yours, like two threads in a tapestry, inevitably linked.
But the distance between us is the distances of galaxies and stars.
It's hard to hold you at arm's length always.
It's like holding a rubber band. You can hold and hold and hold, and struggle all you like, but one day, your arms will get tired, and it will snap back at you, and scar you.

2010-08-25
10:31 p.m.
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