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The Brutal Honesty
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The Brutal Honesty |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow 
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She heaves heavy breath into my ear. Whispering, things I don't want to hear. She tells me of my faults, plain and clear - "I hate your sarcasm, I hate the music you like, I hate your attitude on life, I hate your hypocritical cynicism.." I slump along these words, die by her voice I crumble in defeat for.. She knows all about me.. But, for a moment.. I sway along in the heaving memory.. I notice that almost all of my sentences appear to be incomplete .. they are.. A mere sound that waves along her body. |
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quatro Member
since 2003-04-29
Posts 392Galveston, Texas |
Kaoru, I can't imagine these painful whispers in my ear. I sense your pain here. The write is good. quatro |
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timothysangel1973
since 2001-12-03
Posts 1725Never close enough |
Beautiful, yet sad! Wonderful words you penned there! Tima Some women wait for something to change and nothing does, so they change themselves. |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
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Artic Wind Member Rara Avis
since 2007-09-16
Posts 8080Realm of Supernatural |
Yes Indeed, sometimes honesty is just horrible to hear. The truth can be VERY ugly  ARCTIC WIND |
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