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Hit And Run (teaser) - Breathe Carolina

the next 15 seconds of hit and run has been released! im so fucking pumped. ♥

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BREATHE CAROLINA diamonds made by Imdeliciousz (me) :D

My trusted friend, you were a mere stranger six months ago.

Only when you took my hand did I realise the extent; you opened my eyes.

Then you pulled me through the hardest part.

I leaned on you, and you changed me.

You relieved, healed, and I knew that your term abroad would come to an end.

I won’t be the same again.

You brought me more than I could’ve asked for.

A thousand thank yous for each blessed word,

but when I looked away,

you would crack an evil grin, wouldn’t you?

You knew all along I would love him and you said nothing.

Until you drug him away, until he walked away.

Leaving me, with memories of more pain that I would have had otherwise.

More pain than I imagined existed.

We have had four months, and now begins our fifth.  The month we will be separated.

They think I cannot do this on my own, and you still have me weak.

I will rise.  I will defeat.

January, March, April, and May.  All the 2nd.

Four significant days in 2012 I wish to wipe away.

Months.

January

You gave me experience; I survived your aim.

Misery, agony.  Introduced me to true death and pain.

I beat you.

February

Rock climbing; regaining consciousness.

Ten steps up and tripping down hill.

Complications, miscommunication, agony, and finally

Hope.

March

Distractions, thanks be to God.

Discovering beauty, discovering life.

Diamond.  The Holy City.

Yet, pain: you followed my every move.

April

Exhaustion.

Excruciating.  Resentment.

Confusion.

May

Began dependent, broken, confused.

Still, there is hope.  Hope, don’t let me down.

“You’re a sick girl.”

And yet, Doctor, you are the best.

“Most would not have”

Aye, sir.  I know.

I stood against the odds,

ran against the waves.

I should’ve died, it’d been just the same.

T’was 50/50.  It was ALWAYS 50/50.

It has all been luck.

Why do I not feel lucky, sir?

I feel like fucking road kill.

“Well, you’ve been hit by a ‘truck’.

This isn’t a small form of the disease you have acquired.

Very few are as bad as yours.”

“You were hit by a truck.”

Well, save me doctor.  Save me now.

He offered me a weapon to kill the pain;

but after all of that stabbing, I was stabbed again.

“It’s a double-edged sword,” t’was all along.

Was this ever the answer?

Helper?  It was you?

Could this be true?

You hurt me all along.

Or was it I who hurt myself all along?

I am shattered and confused.

Look at me now.

Am I the same?  Will I be the same?

No.

I could never be the same.

But, how can you lose yourself so quickly?

Ask the man who brought on my shame.

Ask the bitch who brought on an endless pour of fears.

Find them for me.

They brought these tears.

© Caitlin Kline Photography

26 March 2012

Tennessee State Capitol

Part 1

Silent

Agony, will you not

Vanish?  must you

Excel at tormenting

me?  your existence is

Excruciating. 

Loss of right.

Loss of time,

lost breaths.

Loss of blinks,

lost tears.

Loss of friendship,

lost hope.

Loss of understanding,

they’re confused.

Loss of right.

Loss of right.

Loss of bracelets,

lost rings.

Loss of strength,

lost health.

Loss of hair,

lost blood.

Loss of heart,

Vanishing hope.

Loss of right.

Loss of right.

I am losing her.

She lost time, breaths, blinks, tears, friendship, understanding, jewelry, strength, health, hair, blood, heart, with Hope long gone.

I am losing you,

and I loss my right.

You will never lose my love.