I’m looking for a place to start.. ( The light is blinding my eyes, as the soft walls eat us alive )

12.30.13
 
Music/title: Yellow Light; Of Monsters and Men
_ _
 
 
Can I truly hate someone that has so effectively shaped me into the things I love today?
 
I am where I am because of her.
I have what I have because of her.
 
. . . .. .
 
Why can I still taste the anger on the back of my tongue?
 

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