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I've all the time in the world, yet, Still could I perish in a moment. When with the mundane, how I forget To mark those treasures Heaven's sent.
I wonder what my children see when they survey their world. Is it a place of wonderment, a place of hope. Or do they fear what lay ahead.
[Verse 1]. I see that I've done some harm. You go and I grab your arm. But you're pulling away. You run and you say. "You don't even know who you are". I'm trying my best to make new.
When will I learn. When will I see.
To be me. You don't know. What it's like. To be me. Why do you. Hurt me like that. To be me. Hasn't anyone taught you. To respect others feelings. To be me. You don't understand.
#voicesinmyhead. Yes...I want but not you. Yes...I need but don't know who. Yes...I see but I already knew. Yes...I feel but don't want to. Yes...I listen but I also grew.
I'd like to think I'm nice,. People have said so once or twice,. I'd like to think I'm fair,. What I have to offer I'm happy to share,. I'd like to think I'm honest and true,.
Falling into a stupor A rut Feels like the same thing Over and over Get up While complaining Get up In the cold Get up In the warm Get up And do the same thing Not a morning person Let me sleep...
I guess I'm a young cursive girl, stuck in a print kind of world, my heads in a dizzy my soda's not fizzy my hair is flat. Others are curled.
Walkin my way down memory lane. Wondering what things I may find. See all the friends I've made thus far. They've all made my life so fine. The dogs and cats from childhood.
I gaze upon my blank canvass. Then I stare at the words above. Im amazed at the words that appear. When my thumbs are free and un cuffed. I often think they have little meaning.
Opuss, have I overloaded you with my demands.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, February 27, 2013. I write because it provides a rich and cultured medium in which to share your thoughts and project your emotions onto.
Do you believe in afterlife. Do you believe in God. Do you believe you're here for a reason, that he's the reason the sun always sets abroad. Do you believe in Karma. Do you believe in nothing.
I...I sort of hate myself. I texted my new Mexican friend this morning and I literally regretted it instantly. The things he says reminds me a lot of Marek, it's so fucking weird.
I'm great at keeping secrets As long as they aren't mine They can be about anything I'll seal my lips just fine My own tales on the other hand...
I have A place I go When life is too much When I'm feeling low When my best friend Is giving me the silent treatment I go there, and you won't see me for a while And that.
Once upon time . A few mistakes ago . I was in your sights . You got me alone . You found me . You found me . You found me . . I guess you didn't care . And I guess I liked that .
I have an iPhone, an iPad, an iMac, a nice car, a job and a boat. I have a wonderful daughter, a son in law(ish) and an amazing granddaughter.
My mind. Where everything is made. The place that I escape to. When joy begins to fade. I build up majestic castles. And tear them down again. I create a million face. Just to have a million friends.
Why live in the pain of yesterday when tomorrow is never promised. Why stay in the past when the future is so much brighter. Why frown when smiling is so much more beautiful.
We like to pretend that high heels don’t hurt our feet, and that we always look as good as we do when we’re wearing make-up and our prettiest clothes.
Hello again, and today is Saturday, February 23, 2013. I do not condone any Schadenfreude. If you don't know what it means it is taking pleasure in others' misfortune.
Sometimes I think it'd be easier to just die, pass away, croak. Leave the anxiety, stress and immense overwhelming feelings.