Finding the strength to let it go.Mature

**Conceal,

don't feel,

don't let

them know

what I

really

think.

Don't let

them in,

don't

let them

see,

be the

good girl

you always

have

to be,

but I

still

won't

speak

to him.

I don't

care

how long

it takes.

If anyone

needs

to let

it go,

it's him.

He

tried to

make

up for

it today.

I wonder

if he

remembers

everything

that

he did

last night,

all that

he said.

Even

more so,

I wonder

if he'll

go back

to the

Cowbell

this

afternoon.

If he

knows

what's

good

for him,

he won't.

The

problem is...

He doesn't

know

what's good

for him.

Doesn't

know,

doesn't

care.

Precisely

why he

can't

find

guidance;

he's not

looking

for it.

He'll

say he

doesn't

want it.

Well,

he lies.

I can

only

hope that

this

continuous

snowfall

calms

the chaos

and

covers

the

pretenses

with a

blanket

of white.**

 

MY

WINDOWS

COATED

IN

FROST?

THE

COLD

NEVER

BOTHERED

ME,

ANYWAY!

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