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let things turn back to normal
the calm before the storm
then let us crash and burn
before starting over
i envy hiro his ability to make people laugh without trying to make them laugh,his ability to just be himself. maybe it comes with age.why is it that i can bear to break his trust? i couldnt do it.not when things are so rosy. but im already lying,had already lied, is still lying to him. how long more must i keep this secret?
i wish to invent a new me,
a fake me.
she'll be so icky sweet and sociable,
and i can build myself a lil plastic box.
when the archers let fly,
she can take the hit.
when sticks and stones fly,
she can take the hit.
i'll be safe in my lil plastic box.
i'll have to 'zheng' my lil plastic box.
it'll be steel clad,
diamond crusted,
so even if they missed her,
i'll be fine.
drifting, drifting out in a deep blue ocean,
my box and i.
the ocean's so vast and cold,
merciless and menacing.
floating, floating to nowhere,
abruptly we started to sink,
the combined weight of my steel clad,
diamond crusted lil plastic box,
and my love and regrets,
tipped the scales.
we sank.
deeper and deeper we sank,
into a place filled with monsters and shadows,
where love had no allies
and regrets galore.
before we even hit rock bottom,
we would've run out of air,
we would've suffocated.
we would finally be dead.
