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How far we've come
Through hardships and struggle
Never knowing if tomorrow will ever come
We have been to hades and back in our own private lives
praying for better days and working hard to see them
Behold! The gentle touch of dying breath is now upon the gods!
That said, their many heads ensure at least one still lives on prolong'd.
With recourse yet no further will they stay, but they, against the odds,
Everyone is different, thats why we are all here..
We make up this wild world we all hate and love.
But our likes and dislikes are what's craziness.
Some of us like writing and some of us like drawing.
That rush you dread as life crashes towards you,
Barreling through with unspoken emotions.
Guilt, remorse, and weariness threads a shadow,
A fifty-foot tower right over you.
Well, well, well.
We can't live without.
Though, sometimes you're clear.
Sometimes you're not.
Sometimes you're cold.
Sometimes you're hot.
Simply, nearly one billiion need you.
Silver lines trace down a foggy pane;
Sliding, slipping through their descent.
A cold night glare streams through,
Showering the window with light
Stunning images like dreams stand shimmering on a wall
There's so much stress
The last forty days of school
With all of the reports and papers
Books and projects
Filling out papers
Application after application
All asking the same questions
~i waited
patiently…
as if my turn was next
i was just as naive as you
thinking that you were the best
you watched him cheat
but you forgot about the rest
forgave him time after time
Too many decisions.
What decisions are going to make my life right?
Thats all i am thinking about on this sleepless night.
Sometimes i want to give up.
Why cant life be simple?
This stress makes me tremble.
