nothing seems to justify this life that i live or the tears that i give,so i can't help but ask myself why? why do i cry when i try so hard toguard my fears till they seem to appear without a doubt that there mineand still i want to find whats behind those eyes, the ones that give mebutterflies. it terrifies me so bad that it makes me mad cuz i lookback and realize the differance from what i had to what i have and stillim so tense, i just need to rinse out my soul. i will neva outgrowthese problems that overflow the rainbow. we pretend that things rordinary when our life is built on one big dictionary. i search hopin idont find myself in the obituary or the news--- we do things and findthe excuse that its all heriditary forced to live of curfews, dues, andiou's in a world that dosn't have a clue but wants 2 spit out thereviews of how im livin and im supposed 2 b so forgivin. so we keep *bottled inside and still so revealin....
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scash102 says: The more u try to hide you're feelings, they eat u alive. Welcome tho and keep writing :-) |
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LP45 says: I've asked myself some of these same questions a time or two in my lifetime. Very nice write paper_feelings. Writing can be very soul-cleansing. Thanks for sharing and welcome to the vibe. |
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