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Life isn't easy Love isn't easy It can hurt you easily But we are all blinded by it Love is powerful More powerful than us It controls us Making us blind by it Until we learn the truth
I'm still trying to catch up on all the hours of sleep that are lost with you.
You are my rock. When I need you, you're always there. You are like a blanket from my childhood. When I need your comfort you are there to wrap around me. You are like the ocean.
Do you remember how it felt when the wind blew pleasantly brushing your hair side to side? It's a comforting feeling, a feeling that one can appriecate, Even though it is not expected.  
No one is born knowing.  One must learn it the hard way It is a difficult task, I must say But one must fight against it.  If one does not accept and love themselves,  No one will  
For once, I have never felt so desperate judging myself for what I am destined to be. Most don't find themselves until it is no longer expected from them. I am afraid to wait too long.
What would you know, About me and my plight? Have you heard me scream for dear life? Have you seen my inability to talk, Incapable of expressing myself, Unless it is by paper, by words.
Onto the South face, my mind is a yearning flake, nude and bare I am.
Life
In life we all make mistakes. We all try to make it somewhere and do something. We want to be accepted in our respected communities. Though, it's not that simple: We must climb the mountains,
My love for you is forever It's like the Universe,
I could sever my hands at the wrists without feeling any pain.
One Job Could Change My Life
It’s difficult Getting over you was difficult Pushing you out of my life and allowing myself To be myself Was difficult   Too difficult It was the most difficult thing that I’ve ever done
I loved you both, can't you see? Loved too much You both loved me.   Differet as gold and sillver to me. alike an apart like coffe and tea.   Imperfecty perfect
The urges They’re back And they’re out for blood.   Why are they here? I don’t understand Why they came back.   I feel them like A punch to my gut
The cry Of a wounded animal Is hard to ignore   That’s the same Story when it comes To the call of an addiction.   It calls to you Until you run To seize it.  
Addictions Everybody has one Some  call them hobbies Others call them coping mechanisms   Some turn to pot Some turn to speed Some turn to heroine Some turn to meth
I wish it could be over. I wish it could be done. I wish that I could leave you, But this battle’s never won.   You frustrate me to pieces, And drive me up the wall.
I'm starting to wonder if it's your fault or mine. The fears of getting out populate my mind. You keep telling me things giving me assignments, peojects, homework and it's supposed to prepare me
Endless endeavor To regain strength and hope I might expire   Beauty is trying And I would rather not look I try to survive   Through blind eyes I see How to love and live- though
The sparrow sings a brilliant song, But no one sings along. Ebony sat upon her wing Making it hard to sing. Steadfast as the morning dew, She will chime in without cue. Louder than the stars above
Finding beauty in negative spaces Can be a trying test of your sanity But walking by, are a million faces Every one with a sense of vanity
Finding beauty in negative spaces Can be a trying test of your sanity But walking by, are a million faces Every one with a sense of vanity
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