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I give so much that most times I don't even have enough left for myself.

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Jan 3, 2016

Jan 3, 2016 at 5:16 PM UTC

Untitled

I give so much that most times I don't even have enough left for myself.

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I was pouring my heart out and all you could say was "Ok."

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Dec 18, 2015

Dec 18, 2015 at 8:34 PM UTC

Alright

I was pouring my heart out and all you could say was "Ok."

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*Maybe I'm just over emotional Or blowing things out of proportion. Maybe I'm just in denial Unwilling to face the facts. Maybe I just care to much Blinded by the love I feel. Maybe I'm wrong For feeling the way I do. But, Maybe I'm Right.*

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 11:04 AM UTC

Early Morning Thoughts

*Maybe I'm just over emotional Or blowing things out of proportion. Maybe I'm just in denial Unwilling to face the facts. Maybe I just care to much Blinded by the love I feel. Maybe I'm wrong For feeling the way I do. But, Maybe I'm Right.*

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You have been, and will always be, good enough.

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 1:18 AM UTC

Remember This

You have been, and will always be, good enough.

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It wasn't until I was 20, feeling down and out, that I realized something important. Self Worth Matters. I had spent so many days drawing my worth from others wasting my time for 20 years. Life does not offer a guarantee that everyone we encounter will stay. The only one we live with forever, is ourselves. I realize now that I shouldn't have spent all that time all of those years putting my happiness into other people's pockets. Happiness comes from within, not without. Never forget it.

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May 6, 2015

May 6, 2015 at 12:49 AM UTC

Zen

It wasn't until I was 20, feeling down and out, that I realized something important. Self Worth Matters. I had spent so many days drawing my worth from others wasting my time for 20 years. Life does not offer a guarantee that everyone we encounter will stay. The only one we live with forever, is ourselves. I realize now that I shouldn't have spent all that time all of those years putting my happiness into other people's pockets. Happiness comes from within, not without. Never forget it.

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*I'd pour my soul out in this poem, but it's already gone. I gave it to you.*

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Mar 21, 2015

Mar 21, 2015 at 11:42 AM UTC

Untitled

*I'd pour my soul out in this poem, but it's already gone. I gave it to you.*

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*I'm always hopeful. I think, Maybe today will finally be the day. Maybe you'll call, Tell me you miss me, Tell me that you've changed your mind. With each passing hour, That hope slips away. Oh well, There's always tomorrow.*

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Mar 10, 2015

Mar 10, 2015 at 11:06 AM UTC

Waiting Game

*I'm always hopeful. I think, Maybe today will finally be the day. Maybe you'll call, Tell me you miss me, Tell me that you've changed your mind. With each passing hour, That hope slips away. Oh well, There's always tomorrow.*

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I love too deeply. Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small. Even if you push me way, Tell me you hate me, Ignore me. There's always going to be that fraction of a chance that one day maybe you'll come back to me. And we can go back to how we used to be. Back to that place where I was happy. So here I'll wait, Counting the days until I'm whole agin.

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Feb 15, 2015

Feb 15, 2015 at 11:01 PM UTC

Wishing, Waiting

I love too deeply. Willing to hold onto the last thread of hope, no matter how small. Even if you push me way, Tell me you hate me, Ignore me. There's always going to be that fraction of a chance that one day maybe you'll come back to me. And we can go back to how we used to be. Back to that place where I was happy. So here I'll wait, Counting the days until I'm whole agin.

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it's so much easier to act like none of this matters and to pretend to wear a smile than to confess my heart is nearly broken from losing someone who was never even mine. A.M.

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Feb 3, 2015

Feb 3, 2015 at 12:18 AM UTC

Spoke To Me

it's so much easier to act like none of this matters and to pretend to wear a smile than to confess my heart is nearly broken from losing someone who was never even mine. A.M.

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I have such a deep appreciation for some people. For the walls they're able to build, for the emotions they're able to conceal. How do they manage keeping everything in while I'm sitting here like a **** dam that has burst, forceful waves of emotion spilling over on all sides. An open book that I'm forcing people to read wether they want to or not. Unable to be shut.

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Jan 20, 2015

Jan 20, 2015 at 12:47 AM UTC

11:44 PM

I have such a deep appreciation for some people. For the walls they're able to build, for the emotions they're able to conceal. How do they manage keeping everything in while I'm sitting here like a **** dam that has burst, forceful waves of emotion spilling over on all sides. An open book that I'm forcing people to read wether they want to or not. Unable to be shut.

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