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You look at me like I'm out of place. The deep scars that haunt my face are staying. The ambition to live is dying, blowing out like a candle in the wind.
I was thinking of an idea; it is a rather peculiar idea. The thought once struck me as a basis thought, but it carried on pestering me in different forms for a while longer.
All I can do is cry. With nothing to console. Nothing else to say. Just letting tears fall. The memories are painful. And I wish to vanish them. But nothing happens. It's just me hoping.
Can you feel her. Can you see her dreams. She is wrapped up in a torrent of emotion. Her world ripping at the seems. Can you hear her. Can you read her mind.
Write in me, Confide in me. Secure me tightly, Hide me. Scrawl your hopes and dreams in me, Sign me with your name. Tell embarrassing moments to me, Without an inch of shame.
Silence is Gold, Boy you must be old, Coz there's so much more to mankind, That it takes just a dot of thought in your mind Just because you bend over, It won't make you a loser, Coz in life dreams...
I have a dilemma. I am considering deleting my opuss account. I don't have time to post much, and I don't know if it's worth it to keep it.
Hello again, and today is Monday, November 12, 2012. In a year's time many things change. Last year I didn't even remotely think that I'd be where I am now.
I knew a child. Who was mild. Every night. She was a horrible sight. She would crawl to her bed. and fall limp like the dead. She would lay down and weep. and stay half asleep.
There is a design, We all have agreed... Like growing a plant, Must start with a seed... Our lives are the same, They each have a plan... We each get a hand, And we do what we can...
I could lay here and pretend I'm sane. Cry out the lies I've given just like I have been everyday.
Unfortunately I don't know what to do with the memory of you; Burning it feels like three whole years of my life has just been flushed away, including the good because you were never all bad.
Based on a true story. (Happened today). #Projecthumanity. Today I found a troll. Leaving nasty comments. Inciting hate and poison. So I merely pointed it out to the public. He left his hurtful words.
A dream lost A dream forgotten Follow your heart Or you'll feel rotten Heart or head. Which will you choose. But then who's there to break the news.
Sometimes it's nice to be out of touch. Sometimes it's nice when you don't have to rush. Sometimes it's nice to read a good book. Sometimes it's nice to give nature a second look.
Tomorrow I'll be on my way. To a forests cabin to stay. But I just am not excited. It's not where my heart is. Hopefully I'll get in the mood. Maybe packing would be good.
You're punch connects with mine,. And our knees soon meet,. Synchronised in perfect time,. The same steps with our feet,. Blood spills on my cheek,. And it also spills on yours,.
In every passing moment, we grow farther and farther from the beginning. The beginning, where we could become anything.
There's only so far I'm willing to go. Only so much weight I'm willing to throw. So much space for me left to grow. So much time spent not high, but low. There's only so long I'm willing to wait.
Hello again, today is Friday, November 9, 2012. If you know the type of person that points. The type of person that points thier finger at others to deflect insults, accusations, or what have you.
A mirror covered with tiny cracks. Distorts the image reflected back. A distorted view on life is projected. Through the media, we are all instantly affected.
My heart is dark, Like coals are black. It's a deadweight living, Everything I lack. My heart is dusty, Pained from lack of use. Its strings are rotten, Squeaky and loose.
Sometime there's no easy route, No way to skirt around. Sometimes there's no corners cut, No short paths can be found. Sometimes all you want's a break, But breaks just won't appear.
I have it all. A nice car, nice home, great friends, and a great family. Did I mention my wonderful husband.