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Feb 1st

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Feb 1st

Old Yellow Bricks by Arctic Monkeys

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Recollection of a romance with Hypocrisy.

[4/30/10] It’s my bitter side looking through my eyes. As I see you and sadly realize How you attacked me with your hypocrisy, unfolded after how things came to be. You threw around your befuddled feelings, as you were left to a damaged spirit’s dealings. While I tried to calm and inspire a restless soul, confusion and delusion only took its toll. Understanding and compassion can only...

Jan 31st

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The Chest of Forgotten, but Never Regretted & A...

[3/9/10] “At last, closure fulfilled, Now im ready to re-build My feelings and thoughts anew as I’m now through with you.” ~ As i sit close to my desk, kindled by true definitions of kindness, care, and happiness; the sudden thought of taking remnants of you away from my mind so happened to strike me ever so suddenly. I remove those little memories instilled in the locker...

Jan 31st

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Poem session: First Lesson / Vital Venture

[1/25/10] First Lesson by: Phyllis McGinley The thing to remember about fathers is, they’re men. A girl has to keep it in mind. They are dragon-seekers, bent on improbable rescues. Scratch any father, you find Someone chock-full of qualms and romantic terrors, Believing change is a threat— Like your first shoes with heels on, like your first bicycle It took such months to get. Walk in...

Jan 31st

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That First Initial Move.

[1/16/10] I’m feeling every pulse dying. Maybe my heart is on a diet Free of Love. I wait anxious for one call, Yet there isnt any at all. Each moment that passes, I’m left disappointed. I just need you to make the first initial move, So then I can get myself to prove How much I really do care inside. Yet your left in your stubborn ways, Indifferent to how each day I’m phased;...

Jan 31st

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No answers and All emptiness

[11/27/09] Feel me now. Im all empty. Away from strong emotion, Im all ready. Ready to put on that smiling mask, like everything feels okay. Maybe that will somehow help sooth my pain away. Hopefully my mask molds into actuality. Once more, i put on this show. The feeling wears me down, but i’ve already adapted to this sorrow. Let’s forget the feelings and thought, ...

Jan 31st

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Because I sensed that what I'm doing isn't enough.

[11/28/09] “Love’s got the terrible capability to make or break: make up for the embedded scars inside you or break you, becoming the tormenting scars.” ____________________________________________ Im haunted by that moment, when i was wrapped in your care. I couldn’t turn away the allurement of wanting to assuage your despair. So we sat together quietly, without saying a word. And when...

Jan 31st

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Your blank silence.

[2/14/10] We developed into a learned love, hoping that entities from above were on our side. Each day we continually grew into something specially new, filled with lovely thoughts. I kept my hope for you that your soul may too heal and look to the sky. I kept my understanding to keep up with demanding please for care and attention. But now, with each passing day, honestly its...

Jan 31st

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"You must be the change you wish to see in the...

[4/6/10] Empty pages are turning, colored in a blank white. As these days draw in and out, not much fulfillment comes about. Looking around me, I envy reality. For others have the content affluence, of their own diligence. To show the level of how much they cherish the moments of years that time can easily perish. While I’m stuck in a hazy mind, without any strive to unconfine. ...

Jan 31st

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Jan 31st

davidbrisco asked: nice blog
do you have any tattoos?

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Past and Present of Me.

Today, I read the journals I wrote several years ago - During the stage of shedding innocence, and the pain that came with it. I could hear the old me speaking gently, smell see taste feel the imagery of the words I wrote. Inside, I feel like I am looking down into a pond. A pond that reflects what was then and what is now. I feel like I have gained a new respect for the old me. I would usually...

Jan 29th

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