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In the kitchen I remember every Sunday. Cooking eggs with my dad. As that was the only thing he knew how to make. In the hallway. I remember all the fights. My mum and dad used to have. In the lounge.
I am curious as to what you are planning N ot knowing what the secrets and whispers are about T easing me with little notes left around the house R eally feeling giddy like a child now I have never...
Charlie: I don't know if I will have the time to write anymore letters because I might be too busy trying to participate.
I'm moving on now. I'm gonna go places I'd rather be. I'm gonna meet people. Who see me for me. I'm sick of you seeing my crying face. When really I'm just a big disgrace.
there are five important [romantic] loves, I think everyone should experience... 1)first 2)unconditional 3)soul mate 4)life companion and 5) the one you give your all.
Oh, Honey Bear Why do you care. Is it the fact the words are just there. Written out for us all to stare. Oh, Tweedledum You hurt your thumb.
A rustic world of anger. A trauma, far from slain. I glance away from reality. And find myself in pain. I write about being happy. I write about being sad. Experiences from within.
Into 1/2 off late valentines candy Into the eyes of the devil himself Into the color of sunrise in Tampa Into the lava that covered Pompeii Into the screams of shattered trust Into the blood of...
And this truth I speak, that love is not what you believe. It does not conquer all, but it can change the world. Though I love unconditionally still they have left. Why.
I remember that night that I had traveled to my families farm. I arrived in the in the pitch black of a hot July night. I turn off the lights to my car, and look out at the field and lose my breath.
Riddles of Life never cease. The path I find myself on was beneath my feet long before the conscious recognition.
Look out the. Window,. Focus on the. Rain,. Notice how it. Falls,. It makes the. Patterns of your. Pain,. It began with. A gentle. Trickle,. A sprinkle. So slow. And light,. Now as your.
I do not love you, Not for a long time, I pretended and pretended Like my life depended Upon that connection, But no, I know that I most certainly Do not love you Anymore.
Today is the day that my life takes on a different path. I long for the stability of my past, only to be greeted by the constant imagery of things that once resembled my life.
Tiny hands, Cling to my thumb, Discovering me like new lands, Leaving my body far from numb.
You never know how absolutely horrifying things are until the truth hits you. I was reading a story today in a detention about a young girl in a car crash.
As the elevator rose upward, the wind blew with adequate force. The young boy and his father within stood quietly, listening to the annoying musick that played on the intercom.
Hello again, and today is Wednesday, January 23, 2013. I have a question. Is the pain what's the worst, or is it the getting through the pain that really hurts.
I'm ready to sleep the whole night. I'm ready to give up against the fight. I'm ready to give up control for a while. I'm ready to pick up the phone and dial. I'm ready to forgot the pain and strife.
Yesterday was just as unknown as today. And tomorrow is unknown as today. Yesterday is now gone. Today is still on. And tomorrow my today might be all wrong. Yesterday turned out not so bad.
Few will understand the pure misery Of living beneath a mountain, next to the gorgeous sea.
Rest I call. To you my fallen angel. You were there from the very start. I thank you. With these words. You watched me when I went down. On my knees and when I cried.
Enveloped Squeezed Covered Up Relieved Breath A Sigh Detached From Life Looking Down At Me A Morphed Sense Of Reality The Lights Are On But No-ones Home Not Even Me I Left My Conscious...
Hopelesness fading. No more evading. Brightly anticipating. A future of my own. Light grows brighter. Dark becomes lighter. Before you a fighter. No longer alone. A metaphor of life.