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Wednesday, January 7, 2009, 12:09 AM

The memories return, and they return with a purpose.
I can feel the burn, the sting of them. It hurts and I feel like its killing me.
Some of them, a picturesque scene. Others, a nightmare.
Amidst the memories, theres never a time without love hidden in the background.
Never once there hatred without care. I failed to notice that.

I solely wanted everything to be perfect, the way I want it to be.
I nearly cost the relationships of my friends. I nearly lost them.
I hated that, I don't want to use them for myself.
I am too selfish. Why am I like this? All I wanted was everyone's happiness.
But my perfectionist ways made everyone mad, angry. At me.
I wanted it to stop. I've tried my best to let go. To stop holding on.

All I really wanted was for you to hear me out. I don't want to remain all alone,
when no one is there. The warmth of your hug, the happiness and joy your smile brings.

What a shame we all became such fragile broke things. A memory remains just a tiny spark.
I've given all my oxygen. So let the flames begin. Oh glory...
Let the Flames Begin - Paramore