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Listen to the wisdom inside yourself. It's speaks the truth. Tells you the things you don't want to hear, And would not accept from others.
I feel most inspired when I don't want too be. God damn it sleep. Why do you make it so that when I can finally accept you for the day, you run off and hide behind inspiration...
A human mind, a cursed thing, is so defined by gifts it can bring. A lonely thought. A solemn word so scarcely bought and never heard. It lives inside and slowly fades with every lie.
Dear Daddy, I know you're probably busy with the angels and stuff, so I apologize in advance for bothering you. I just feel really insecure. I mean, haha. I always do, but now a lot worse than ever.
The mirror, it reflex an image. Me. That's me. Or is it. No that is who you made me. I like her better, she stands taller, more positively, more confident. Maybe she me in a more enlightened way.
Nothing ever makes you smile. I'm calling out to you now. Laugh and sing for a while. As if you don't even know how. You can shout, scream and live in misery. There's no point being halfway depressed.
I make something I'm proud of, but someone makes one better. I mentally console myself and write myself this letter: Dear me, Don't cry if you have been bested.
I know that we may fight sometimes I shout and scream about your demise, About how you throw bad stuff my way And somehow manage to ruin each day.
Little boy look at how you've grown. Look at all the shiny things you own. But, I know that your not satisfied. With all your dreams I made you set aside. I did'nt want to change your plan.
"Are you okay?" They pretend they want to know. I see right through their façade But I don't tell them so. "Are you happy?" If it satisfies them, then yes.
As day turns into evening Will Happy give way to sad. When dusk comes along Will it all go wrong And good surrender to bad.
Okay today is happy Monday that's what they say, so I think I'll let my alter ego out to play Don't worry she's just like me, just a little bit less crazy and zaney Smiling laughing giggling like...
Right, look here, Opuss, Here's the thing, I have three more exams, That I can't just wing. Two tomorrow, One on Tuesday, Yet no revising, On here I stay. Yeah, that's it Opuss, I'm addicted.
I've been told that our thoughts need monitoring every so often and I reckon they're right.
You know that feeling, When you talk to a kindred being. Where both have a common seeing.. And you have a message conveying. A message important, very important. So much so that I use allegory to aid...
Today I was blessed by a man, a priest. I have never searched for God. I have never felt the need. Most of me doesn't even believe.
I know that you are up there, guiding me through my trials and tribulations. If only I knew who you are, and where, I would give you my altercations. Are you fate, or are you my savior.
I was a melody, Flowing beautifully, peacefully , calm... I am no more a parody, Thinking as more than caught in my palm. But what am I saying.
Write here, and write away the careless sighs in your story of devastation. You could do away with a little less on your shoulders now.
Why change. Why now. Why do I have to stop what I am doing, and make a difference. Is it that important. Will it damage me. Will it benefit me. Will I even notice. Why would I bother.
When I read, the words are narrated inside my head, from somewhere just behind the front of my skull by The Voice. However this voice is not simply a passive speaker.
It is probably very windy outside... All is dark and quiet in the house... lucky people are all asleep. Only the wind blows...
Hey there. It's me again. Miss me. No. Well, I've certainly missed you. Haven't changed a bit. Have you. Still as twisted and disturbed as you was before. Fucked.
No more No more and no more to be heard The sound of your voice echoing , Your muffled laughter telling secrets undisclosed Yet how deep Beneath still dark waters They are truth They are words...