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What I knew got lost in the shuffle And I can't go digging in yesterday's rubble So I'm left with a taste in my mouth That I hate but I can't seem to scrape it out So when I say that I pray it'll go away I'm reminded of this thing that you left in me
Resolution | Linkin Park
“My peace is your disaster”
I feel like a liar and a fake thinking/saying this, but trying to follow T’s lead and be mindful of my fear surrounding hellhole and main abuser. Obviously still struggle with it, and probably always will, but I can attempt to put an effort in proving them wrong. They don’t own me; they can’t hurt me anymore.
This will probably change by tomorrow, but T always says to be mindful when things are good, knowing they ebb and flow. (But, are things actually “good?” That I don’t know...)
