Day one merges into four, four into eight
I pace the floor thinking of you
'Til it gets too late
Our world's have been torn apart
I ripped at your seams
I howled to you constantly
I destroyed... All we were
Now I'm here
On my own
Some day when I lost count
Our worlds met/again
I had a different mind
But you were the/same
You clawed at my structure
You collapsed all my beams
You destroyed us, it seems
Now you're there
On your own
About Me
- alanax
- My name is Alana. I have a chronic pain condition called vulvodynia. I love to sing, read and learn (unless it's something I have to learn, then it becomes boring.) I am single, and am choosing to stay that way. I have no patience or time for immaturity or humans with Arrogant-Arsehole-Syndrome. I let an arsehole ruin my life once before, as clear from the blog. Anyone who promises they are "not like most guys/girls" are always exactly like "most girls/guys". I promise you though, I'm not like most girls ;)
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