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Thought Process |
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There is more truth in your lies than I can see in your eyes. |
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Sometimes I forget how it feels to be alive. |
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I can't sacrifice what I like in myself to be what I despise in you. |
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*BITCH*
it broke apart it split in two it sees a memory involving you the way you smile the way you stare the way you disassemble and don't even care the machine that you made the monster you created the one you loved and the one you hated one leg fails and then the heart as if this whole body won't fall apart i can't find the switch where's the dial this isn't judge judy there is no trial at first you cry and then you scream wake up bitch this ain't no dream you laid me down and made me dirt so you will feel it i'll make you hurt |
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All blind men can see in the dark, just as all deaf men can hear in the silence. |
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I don't want to be so afraid of dying that I fail to even live. |
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I believe some people purposely fail because they're afraid to succeed. |
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Do these people know the number of times I have stood back and watched them in their oblivious state? Do they see how much I pity them? And yet I envy them at the same time. Sometimes I fear that I will never belong. No matter who I am or what I do, I will forever be this outcast who has no safe haven in which to hide. And so I suffer, and suffer I will. |
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As Crazy As This
Only in a world as crazy as this
Where emancipation is for all that be
Would one captivated soul wanting out
Have to fight for the right to be free
We look to the day when we will see peace
And together we stand, glad to unite
But only in a world as crazy as this
Would we search for Utopia in the wars that we fight
We find reasons to hate and then ask about love
Never knowing why we're missing the bliss
How can anyone even begin to relate
In a world as crazy as this |
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I think I've been looking out the same window for too long. |
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I wish we didn't need walls to hide behind. |
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Sometimes I walk a very fine line between holding on to life and letting it go. I won't eat meat, but I'll have Dutch apple pie for breakfast. |
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I used to have a 5-minute rule. If I was feeling peeved about a particular nagging situation, I would have just 5 minutes to bitch about it until I had to let it go forever. I figured that it I limited my "moments of anger" than I would be a more healthy and a less stressful person. I now realize that 5 minutes is not enough. Five minutes is NEVER enough! Give me about a week to complain about how stupid/rude/pathetic you ass is, and then I should be good to go. |
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Do what makes you happy. |
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My quarter-life crisis lasted for about 5 years. Learning to love myself has been the hardest and yet the most rewarding journey of my life. |
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In my opinion, too many people mistake weak mindedness for addiction. |
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Love can often be bitter like yesterday's coffee still staining the pot. |
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No individual should speak of stopping hate before first mastering the art of acceptance. |
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