dear delilah








Fathers, be good to your daughters; daughters will love like you do.

you are the strength and the weight of her world

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Stream her with roses and daisies, dear mother,
let all that she speak be all that that she hears.
For no higher, no higher let her forehead doth grow;
and so dote, dote my mother, my mother so dear
and let her run free with a conscience so clear


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Tuesday, 22 May 2007
Lets go somewhere only we know

I've entered a terrifying realm.

Home has become a fearful place, and work has become my solace. At night, I sleep so that the next day can come sooner. The entire day seems to be based on that moment, 10.30pm, when I dive under the covers and pretend the world no longer exists.

10.30pm. So early. And yet, I still feel tired.


I don't know how I can talk like this, and expect everyone not to worry. I laugh.

Hah.

he told me that I've done alright
and kissed me till the morning light