Occasionally, silence is deafening. No answer is, at times, an answer in itself.
I told myself I wouldn't cry anymore, and I've stuck to that no matter what. Even now, when my heart feels like a worn piece of china that's about to shatter.
I dealt with it like I deal with most things anymore; I took a drive.
The first song on my mix cd started playing, and it spoke to my soul.
I've walked through fire to save my life. I've got thick skin, and an elastic heart.
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