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Happy [hap•pee] adj. hap-pi-er, hap-pi-est 1. Delighted, pleased, or glad over a particular thing Sad [sad] adj. sad-der, sad-dest 1. Affected by unhappiness or grief What is happiness.
I try to stay quiet, But I'd like to say, You just don't fit in, And you're staying that way. You make no attempt, To just be your own, It's like you can't function, If you're out here alone.
Stitch me together with tender love and I'm completed. Unravel me at the seams change me I become depleted. I'm a patchwork of contradictory but strong emotions.
I was never good at much With my words People I could touch It is my only gift My words can be Happy and emotive My mind and hand Are as one Towards the world of words I ran Opuss was the...
I've been seeing that some new Opuss users have been writing a bit about themselves so I shall join in. My name is Olivia Chapman, I am 15 years of age almost 16.
His deep blue eyes were burning into me as I fought the urge to slap him into next week.
So I'm new round here, and I thought I should tell you a bit about myself. I'm Beth.
I have a name; I live it without a thought or care. You were given a name, The brand that left you not...or the same. From others. They called yur name and you knew what it felt.
One saw it as an illusion, another saw it as Darwin's evolution. i taste the bitter and sweet fruits of the tree, while He sits and calmly observes me.
I had an epiphany,. Retrieved clarity,. I've never known my worth,. Or what my place is on earth,. I've never been happy being me,. I've felt worthless and ugly,. Strived to get perfection,.
Before I talk to him: Is it rude to assume that people that date online must have something wrong with them. For example, me, I'm fucking shy as hell.
One of very old poem I wrote long ago, when I was crushed by ex lover and new love mending me --------------------------------- As each day passes by I got to know you more And the more I got to...
I'm going to push myself, push our memories and the thoughts of our relationship out of because I know in better than this.
As many times as I've tried. It always ends the same. Whether its breaking up. Or forgetting each other's names. Sometimes I find it hard. To just walk away. And other times.
Treading new ground. Stepping. Toeing the future. Seeking pastures new, letting go of products glueing one to the spot.
Sitting here drinking in the shadow of my own self pity. Lit smoke in my finger tips, I'm ready to start my journey but my journey isn't ready to be started.
When your in love you know what it's like to be a millionaire. When out of live and not looking for love you feel the same.
She comes from everywhere and nowhere, A wandering nomad in her own right. Something about her just makes people stare She presents quite a peculiar sight.
it's almost a new year so might as well start keeping account of things a lots been going on and are going to happen. so. why not. today I start: December 26 2012.
"Within my heart lies no light tragedy. When you walked out the door, you took half of me. I've been running in a circle for miles, trying to get it back, you see.
I'm saving me from myself. I'm saving myself from you. You told me the way that it ought to be. I just don't want to believe its true. Do you remember what you last told me.
She has blue eyes. And long blonde hair. But in her heart. She climbs up. Rainbow stairs. That lead to a mystery land. In her pretty head. She said. Stop looking at me. There is nothing to see.
Its been a while since I wrote my thoughts Mainly because I am reconfiguring myself After our last meeting. Topsy turvy Back to front Close to bitter and twisted Is what I feel.
I held onto the shackles too long The cold metal pressed into my palms All I wanted was for it to be gone But I was reluctant to drop my arms Only I was holding me back Holding the chains as if...