funny the way it isFunny the way it is that even if you're not here, I still feel you holding me. How by the little things you write, the little things you whispered to me, how they all make me calm and happy. Funny the way it is that although the pain still resides, it's lessened in someway. Through short text that say I love you, through the small items you gave me. But most of all how you told me, we'll always be together, even if we can't be there physically for each other.funny the way it is
Funny the way it is when I'm sad, angry, or worried about how things will turn out, I remember the times we spent together. The times you held my hand, the playful fights, t
To end like thisNo matter where I look things are coming to an end I’m fine with this because of the opening created However, I don’t want one thing to ever end One thing I never hatedTo end like this
Lately all I hear is what are you going to do? You can’t stay here
There are some things you can’t do You have to go there
But I don’t want to because I made a promise I said I’d wait no matter how long it took But people keep making it smaller, that promise Realizing this, my whole foundation shook
Everything hurts more now The reality of th
the world keeps turing... Sitting here alone in my conscience, making myself nauseous, I think too little, or maybe too much, of one thought with such painful touch, or maybe many thoughts, not just one, either way the thoughs are done, and so with the thoughts being done with, they wonder in my mind like a myth, or maybe hang like a thick fog, acting like some kind of clog, keeping other better thoughts away, making a certain part of methe world keeps turing...
sits alone She sits alone gazing with heavy eyes into nothing. Her face set like stone, giving little evidence of the pain she feels inside gnawing away at her heart. The people around have no idea nor would they care to understand. She feels her stomach do flips with every thought, so twisted and grotesque. Her arms tightened and she clasped her knees to her chest as if in an attempt to keep everything wrong and bizarre beneath her breast. She felt so helpless, alone, and bitter. Bitter. She smirked regardless. The beast that was eating her alive, the creature that ripped new wounds into her mind and grazesits alone
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Draw deep from the well of thought. You might think something.
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“He who gives himself entirely to his fellow men appears to them useless and selfish; but he who gives himself partially to them is pronounced a benefactor and philanthropist.”
-Henry David Thoreau
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Draw deep from the well of thought. You might think something.
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“He who gives himself entirely to his fellow men appears to them useless and selfish; but he who gives himself partially to them is pronounced a benefactor and philanthropist.”
-Henry David Thoreau
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Draw deep from the well of thought. You might think something.
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Draw deep from the well of thought. You might think something.
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“He who gives himself entirely to his fellow men appears to them useless and selfish; but he who gives himself partially to them is pronounced a benefactor and philanthropist.”
-Henry David Thoreau
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Draw deep from the well of thought. You might think something.
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“He who gives himself entirely to his fellow men appears to them useless and selfish; but he who gives himself partially to them is pronounced a benefactor and philanthropist.”
-Henry David Thoreau
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Draw deep from the well of thought. You might think something.
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