Agents of Shield

Mostly Fitzsimmons, sometimes everyone else.

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Let them go

Let them leave, walk away, go not because you want them to or because you don't care but because the price of your freedom is higher than they are willing to pay.

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New York State of Mind

My mind is like New York, a city that never sleeps.

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For you

It's simple when you're not doing the right thing, it doesn't work out for you. The right thing will always work out.

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Lose

It's easy you see, now I've just trained myself to lose everyone I love.

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Sorry

I apologized for feeling unsafe.

I said sorry for standing up for myself.

I was miserable because I loved you.

I apologized for your behaviors, I took the blame for your actions.

I was your accountability, your scapegoat, your fall guy.

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Friends?

The foundation of our friendship was flawed, built on glass shards as you stabbed me over and over again

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Perfection

I was a porcelain doll, perfectly sitting on the shelf. However, I fell. I fell down and I cracked. My skin shattered and I was no longer this perfect person in the eyes of those around.

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Missing Agents of Shield has me feeling like:

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Seashells

My family collected secrets like seashells on the beach.

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Do you love me

"Do you love me?" I repeat for a final time, running my fingers along each bump and imperfection. I stare at myself in the mirror, watching my lips say the words.

"Of course, I love you, sometimes I forget that I'm supposed to."

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Wish

I think wishes get mistaken with dreams.

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Favorite Song

Songs are moments, the only real way to time travel.

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Yourself

You want so desperately to break free of the chains you fastened around your ankles, to cut the ropes you tied around your wrists, but you hold yourself back.

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Funeral Friends

The worst feeling in the world is when your best friend turns into a funeral friend, only showing up for you once you're gone.

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Stained Glass

If I really am broken, then I’m broken like stained glass. Piece by piece building myself back together to create a masterpiece. The most beautiful things are often broken.

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Fix it to Break it

No one knew how to fix the one that was fixing them.

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Perspective

I believe if you lose yourself while loving someone else it is not love. If you must take yourself apart to make someone whole you are doing yourself the greatest injustice there ever was.