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I run from silence. Over-whelming, stabbing silence. Silence forces me to think. Tonight it forced me to think about you. I don't know what's worse: always remembering every moment I've ever had with you, or possibly forgetting one of the moments one day. It hurts. I could see your teasing smile when you dance, the way you become all serious when you cook, those funny white pants you always wear, the way you speak openly about how you miss Leslie-Anne, that day you begged to simply fly for your very first time, the way you step-dance to our favourite song.
The worst thing was when your voice suddenly broke into our silence. Your beautiful angel's voice. The same voice that used to give me goose-bumps, cut my heart into little pieces tonight.
You know what else? I hate the way we spoke about you as if you don't really exist. Why did she have to tell us how you feel when really she has no idea? Why did she have to tell us how you want us to act when you have a voice to tell us yourself? You never kept quiet before, why would you keep quiet now? You are still you...the results don't change that. Why does everyone try to be your voice now? I want to run.
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Posted by Vonnie15 on 2009-07-01 14:09:44 | Rating: | Views: 23
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