tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4171783514862638832011-10-10T06:37:10.473-07:00nycersthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10610552188786085257noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-417178351486263883.post-47016798856406058592011-04-05T11:16:00.001-07:002011-04-05T11:34:09.131-07:00You'll be pleased to see how silent I've become. <br />Bottled up like an infinite reservoir. <br />Just for this sacred institution that I entered for a reason.. A necessary convenience.<br /><br />I'm stabbed at with the finest blades of men. <br /><br />Meant to endure my aching hands, healed n cut repeatedly from a perpetually broken and reassembled glass heart.<br /><br />Wishing I can hold your hand but praying there is a distance apart.<br />Because I can't handle missing u more than I do.<br />I wanted to be friends but realized I can't. <br />Learnt from the best. <br />The best who got over me. <br /><br /><br />- Posted using BlogPress from Nycer's iPhone<br /><br /><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/417178351486263883-4701679885640605859?l=gethighwitme.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>nycersthttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10610552188786085257noreply@blogger.com0