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Monday, November 4, 2013
When too much is too much too much pain, unhappiness But who holds the key to letting go all of that "too much"? Yup, you reading this...you're right. "only you can free yourself, you can cry, you can pray and remain sleepless all night but nobody can help you except yourself" I hung on for too long, lost my vision again now all stranded along side. when life hits you with all the unplanned, what can you do? adapt i said, can i blame anyone? not really, i didn't see this coming. am i suppose to be blamed for then? perhaps. That is how this is going to be, everything happens for a reason, pick yourself up again yea, you've fallen again. but that's alright, just pick yourself again. stop lying on the ground. pick yourself up again. . . For now, sleepless nights we've met again I honestly don't know how things are going to be like, i used to have this big appetite for life now i barely jump out of bed anymore. Sometimes i feel ashamed, a place filled with much familiarity I never liked to visit. Heart is broken, somebody fix it My walls are closing in caught in a deep hole, stuck at the bottom trying to reach for help Slow the clock that's ticking loud I feel that time is running out and all that's left to do is let it wind down where do i even start? to pick it up when it's falling apart where do i even start, why does it seem so hard? What if i'd like to be picked up by someone other than myself? What if? It's the "What if? and Why not?" that gives us hope, but sometimes they are also the sole purpose why we fall so hard... |
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