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Sometimes- I can't get up. Sometimes I fall so hard, the ground beneath me is soothing, and I don't want to give it a try.
I welcome pain- for there is nothing else to hang onto. Sometimes you feel terrible, sick inside, and even when people say they love you.
Sometimes they don't keep that promise
and you still feel empty inside.
You don't know why, but you do. You tried to fight it once, but it was too overwelming.It sits inside you everyday-reminding you how much of a failure you are. How much you will Not Be Enough for your friends.
It tells you how you'll never be accepted.
How many times have you told yourself you can't do something?
More than how much you told yourself you 'can'.
My hands are balled into fists. I slam then against the ground-refusing to give up.
But the truth is you already have given up. You can't make a sound even though your screaming.
You feel ruined inside- the tissue inside torn.
Too late the Apologize.
I feel so tired, like every step
Happy Birthday, Jack. .:A Death Note:.
Noise and sound. It's a big thing in our world. The sights and lights of things as we pass them by. The noise of music that plays, or the sounds of the animals-or people- make as we move along. Noise can be good, for it can give us inspiration in times of need, as well as hope when we are lonely. In a bad way, however, we can be oblivious to the things around us, such as one speaking. Noise and sights are good for some forms of entertainment, but some of those-
Water splashed onto the journal. The young man's eyes grew large as he tried to wipe the smouldered page from the liquid- only to smudge it more. He growled underneath his breath and looked up at the person who passed.”Watch it next time!” He was not going to insult the murderer of
Our DutyWe swallowed the path home
Because we were hungry,
Though starving is an ongoing
Story, an empty bag
Dancing in the streets,
Full of an unfastened voice
Walking through the house,
Wind unchained, heart admonished.
Heaven fills its eyes, crawls away,
That sleeping boat content to follow
The vacant waves, intervals
Of dying that we dare not interrupt,
And we watch the kind ear shrinking
From our charcoal docks; heaven
With a full stomach crawls away.
This is what we were put here for.
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