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I told myself
I wouldn't cry
I wouldn't care
Be hurt
Run away
Why am I lying to myself?
It's getting me nowhere
If the true sets us all free
Then why does it lead to greater dispute?
I keep telling myself lies to try to make my life easier
What a silly thing for me to do...
There is no easy way in life
If things happen.. Then I guess there's nothing I can do
Even if those things end up breaking my heart
I wouldn't cry
I wouldn't care
Be hurt
Run away
Why am I lying to myself?
It's getting me nowhere
If the true sets us all free
Then why does it lead to greater dispute?
I keep telling myself lies to try to make my life easier
What a silly thing for me to do...
There is no easy way in life
If things happen.. Then I guess there's nothing I can do
Even if those things end up breaking my heart
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(nothing)
Sitting on this bus,
I know that I am distinctly
separate.
I am the absence of this bus,
and the other passengers
as well.
There is some sort
of truth to this;
some sort of credence
that I can't
place my hands on.
(I am not the paper, only the folds
made by my fingers.
I am not the blankets,
only the indent left behind.
I am not the rain,
only the dry spots
marking the pavement.)
Even when I'm standing still,
I am not the air.
(I can only hold it in.)
Literature
A Happy Ending
A stranger walked by a crying little girl,
Tear and blood stains on her sleeves
He asked, "Darling are you okay?" She nodded.
He took her heart and then took leave.
A small boy crossed the little girl,
Mascara crawling down her face,
He asked how she was and she sighed, "Fine."
He grabbed her toys and left with no trace.
A lonely mother glanced at the girl,
Bleeding out in the middle of the street.
She asked her nothing, too weighed down with grief,
And stole the shoes off the young girl's feet.
The girl's soul mate was crawling by,
Bleeding, in pain, with a fever hot.
When the girl lied and said she was okay,
He kissed her and
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Stupid, silly love.
Who knew your heart could feel so heavy,
When your stomach drops so bad you feel sick.
When you hear something you didn't want to,
You can't un-hear it, it's branded in your head.
You play it over and watch it run through,
Again and again, you die a little inside.
You can't try to change it like you want to,
Fear grips you like you can't imagine.
You're trembling slightly, wait, wishing,
You sit there wondering if he will change his mind.
So that's what it feels like to be in love,
To almost lose the one you want.
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Eh. Stuff going on...so i just wrote this trying to vent a bit..
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Life is always like this, you have to learn to enjoy the little things I guess. Honestly it's kind of pointless (in my opinion at least)