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| i hurt when you hurt.
but it's not going to be up to me to save you.
too out of my reach, out of my control.
i'm sorry but this is just getting too crazy
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| At the end of the day, all I have are just my words and God.
And sometimes my words don't even amount to much.
I want to get lost in another world altogether.
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One teensy tiny step forward ---- then another.
Gingerly, softly.
You don't want to fall into some holes you didn't see now, do you?
(This reluctance to step out of my comfort zone is gonna kill me i swear)
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| I...... Need...... To...... Get......... Myself........ Off......... Fictionpress...........
I am so hopelessly addicted it isn't even funny.
Need to get some decent books soon, need to go job-huntg soon, need to watch something good in the theatres soon, need to eat good food soon, need to.......
Anyway I feel a sudden urge to visit museums ha haahahaha kewlxsz.
1 paper, 1 subject, 1 more day.
915 TMR I AM GOING TO BE A FREE GIRL AT LAST HAHAHAHA
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| I love You more and more each day.
More than I did yesterday.
More than I did last month.
More than I did last year.
More than I did 3 years ago.
The rest of my life - my eternity, spent with You, what more could I ever ask for?
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| All the time, all the time, we're changing.
Raging thoughts and emotions that threaten to spill out of our eyes and wrists.
All the time, we're wishing to be somebody else.
Wishing for a better past, present..... and maybe a future if we don't screw up the present too much.
Wishing to feel less inadequate and more invincible.
A bit more like we can handle whatever is thrown at us, that we can actually catch it and not let it slam to the ground/in our faces.
I want an alternate universe in which we can be perfect, in which we stop messing things up, in which time can be paused for an eternity or skipped forward entirely, in which - in which, we can be happy, without feeling guilty.
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Mong was right. The 'dark' side of us just flows out so much more easily.
Godly thoughts, I need/want to have.
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This will not get to me, you shall not get to me.
I know this is one of those many, many times when I'm once again overthinkg things and making everything even more complicated than it actually is.
Because things can be exactly the way it seems: just black and white, ticks and crosses, one simple stroke of a wayward line.
Stop being such a joke, girl.
What's wrong with you?
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