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If nothing goes right... Go left..
Beauty is you. The products in a store only hide your real beauty..
In a world full of hate. We must still dare to hope. In a world full of anger We must still dare to comfort. In a world full of despair. We must still dare to dream. In a world full of distrust.
Anybody else feal like they don't belong in this world. Like they should be somewhere else?.
I think I want to be in the army, Or maybe a police officer. What do you want to be. (Unless you already have a job of course :P).
"Poetry is the spontaneous overflow of powerful feeling, recollected in tranquility" - William Wordsworth.
"When the power of love overcomes the love of power, the world will know peace." - Jimi Hendrix - Forever a legend!!.
Lonely are the nights Lonely are the days Lonely am I, in so many ways Lonely are the seasons Lonely are the years So lonely am I, that it brings tears.
If I died in your arms, what would you do. Watch as the color in my eyes and face drain away, and watch as I close my eyes, and never open them..
Sitting alone. in my dark creepy room. and that abhorrent feeling is eating my soul. It really hurts when you feel you are alone. still waiting. for some one to come and knock your door.
I love your eyes, but I love mine more because without them I couldnt see yours. ~by unknown.
"Where are we going Chris." I said. "I thought your house was the other way." "It is, but as I told you, I know a special way to get to my house without anyone seeing you." he said.
Mustn't it feel so free to fly. To feel the cool breeze blowing onto your face. To see the world from a different view. To hear the sounds of the ever changing winds.
Between the lines are blank , within the blankness there's colour. Within white there's the seven colours of the rainbow.
People dont die. You may feal a little messed up inside. Like you need to curl up in a ball. And forever hide. But trust me now. Things are not better. On the other side. Do this to yourself.
Heart splitting in two, Stealing away memories of you. Toss over the pain, Give me the blame. It was my fault you went, Leaving my heart out to rent.
Life has a name Life has a voice Life was a game Until I lost my place In the round I fought face to face I thought life was still Now I know life is a battlefield.
Bleak trees appeal to an empty sky As the city is haunted by winter. Skulking strangers crunch their arctic tracks Across the treachery of the street.
"How can a bird born for joy, Sit in a cage and sing?".
The way life looks at you in that cheery way .
I am therefore, I think, I am. .
Lingering on through a dusty road, No-one to help and nowhere to go, I thought the worst, Was long far gone, Until I come across, A damn sing along.
Life isn't about waiting for the storm to pass it's about dancing in the rain..
No one will ever get how unhappy i'am..