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Falling To Pieces

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AzialSilvara

Published: Feb 14, 2012

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On the surface I keep things intact
Even the cracks don't look so bad
The truth is that I'm overwhelmed
This storm inside might drive me mad

I've got a whirlwind inside my head
It's hit me in a moment of weakness
Everything is hitting me at once
And it's got me falling to pieces

I just want things back to normal
These winds of change rip me apart
How do I put things back together
When I don't know where to start

My story needs a fresh beginning
Right now I'm not sure what to write
If only I had some direction
But I don't see any in sight

So I'm still searching for the answers
While trying not to shatter
Inside I know things will work out
In time these thoughts I have won't matter

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So much has happened in these last few weeks, and it's hitting me all at once. Winds of change have become a whirlwind inside my head and heart. To be honest, it's a bit overwhelming. I've got so much happening, and so much I still have to figure out and put into motion. It's tough. But it's life, and that's fine.

We all go through times like these, and all we can really do is try our best to keep plugging and wait it out. Things will eventually settle down.

I hope you like it.

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