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thoughts-with-anna
thoughts-with-anna
How can something that is so good, hurt so bad? Why is my face covered in tears? Who knew that the jagged ridges of your other half could still cut you? Fitting two pieces together is not as easy as it may look. Friction is created when two objects move against each other. But we're supposed to be moving together. We're supposed to be together. How can something that is so good, hurt so bad? Why are we different, but the same? Who was cruel enough to put all of these obstacles between us? What is the point of these obstacles? Why keep our love from the world? How can something that is so good, hurt so bad? If there is something to prove about out love, don't the tears streaming down my face prove it? The endless conversation about us. Is what happens next even up to us? Do we try to take control, or leave it to Fate to bring us together? Can we trust Fate? If one believes and one does not, how can Fate work in our favour? How can something that is so good, hurt so bad? Is it supposed to feel like this? Would it be different if He were here? Will I ever know what I'm doing? Will this pain ever go away? Do I want it to? How can something that is so good, hurt so bad? Will He stop loving me? Will Fate take Him away? Will I be alone again? Or will I end when We do?
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Jun 30, 2015
Jun 30, 2015 at 2:41 AM UTC
How?
I love the way you tell me That I'm beautiful I love the way you tell me That I'm yours I love the way you tell me That you don't want anyone but me You make me happy And everyone deserves to be happy You say you love me And I smile You say you care And I know it's true I guess it's too bad That I've never felt that way about you
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:15 PM UTC
Whoops
8 years strong Where the hell did I go wrong? Ya seemed so simple But when I see all these people I know, I know, I know That you're super ****** complicated Falling in love with a ginger was stupid But no, I definitely didn't mean to do it He's on fire Oh he's burning up this place He's on fire Oh you can see it on his face And all that I Wanna do Is be burned by you It's always Been clear To me That you would never Truly see That I could be Your one and only And I can't ******* Believe That you're really Bout to leave He's on fire My world is crumbling down Yeah, he's on fire My heart begins to pound Cause he's on fire And all I need is to be Burned by you You look at me With those light blue eyes Only I can see how bright they shine If only you'd let me harness that light Oh he's on fire Yeah, my heart is ashes He's on fire And the flames they feel so good Cause he's on fire And you've burned me to the ground I never thought it'd happen But I've finally been Burned by you 8 years strong This has always been so wrong Deluding myself to believe in something That simply wasn't there And now that you're leaving Maybe my burns can start to heal
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 11:13 PM UTC
Burned by You
Love I was born with so much love So much love to give My heart was too big So easy to break I look here I look there Trying to get rid of some of this love That I had to spare But no one was there And then I met you I was all alone Just sitting on my bed at home Searching through my phone Hoping to send you my love Why couldn't you have just loved me back? Was it so much to ask? Because all I wanted to do Was hold on to you I was all alone Just sitting on my bed at home Searching through my phone Hoping to send you my love And now I see That you never could have loved me And I understand Why you can't bear to be my friend But that doesn't mean I'm gonna stop loving you I am still all alone Sitting on my bed at home Searching through my phone Just wishing that you hadn't given up on me
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:16 PM UTC
Too Much Love
It's like I'm trapped in my head So many thoughts running through Happy, sad, deep, shallow Who the **** knows I'm going crazy And no one understands No one knows how I feel Oh please get real You're insignificant You don't matter in the long run Be extraordinary But there's not point You can be extraordinary and still have no one understand at all Nothing will fix you No one can fix you Deal with loneliness now Because it's your perpetual state Discover who you are Don't go too far Your thoughts will protect you But they're the things that make me blue Nothing makes sense Everything will make sense Someday they say But if I wait for that day And I hope and pray Will the orchestra really start to play The clear notes that can explain away All of the problems that plague me today I hate myself Could I be more selfish Could I be more of a hypocrite Criticising others like taking a hit Getting high off of bullying others I sit here looking at my little brother He thinks he knows all Well so do I I wonder what he thinks As he watches me cry Is life one fluid movement? Or some sort of line graph I do know that life is full of judgment And to always try to laugh I think it's moments like these Where I don't know if I'm ecstatic or depressed That my mind is truly at its best My brain's a train And my fingers run alongside I'm trying to get these thoughts from in to the outside But they go too fast Now they're in the past I can't think straight I wish I could make them wait
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 2:05 PM UTC
Stream of Consciousness
It's like I'm trapped in my head So many thoughts running through Happy, sad, deep, shallow Who the **** knows I'm going crazy And no one understands No one knows how I feel Oh please get real You're insignificant You don't matter in the long run Be extraordinary But there's not point You can be extraordinary and still have no one understand at all Nothing will fix you No one can fix you Deal with loneliness now Because it's your perpetual state Discover who you are Don't go too far Your thoughts will protect you But they're the things that make me blue Nothing makes sense Everything will make sense Someday they say But if I wait for that day And I hope and pray Will the orchestra really start to play The clear notes that can explain away All of the problems that plague me today I hate myself Could I be more selfish Could I be more of a hypocrite Criticising others like taking a hit Getting high off of bullying others I sit here looking at my little brother He thinks he knows all Well so do I I wonder what he thinks As he watches me cry Is life one fluid movement? Or some sort of line graph I do know that life is full of judgment And to always try to laugh I think it's moments like these Where I don't know if I'm ecstatic or depressed That my mind is truly at its best My brain's a train And my fingers run alongside I'm trying to get these thoughts from in to the outside But they go too fast Now they're in the past I can't think straight I wish I could make them wait
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Obedience and defiance are so **** cliché It reminds me of something all our teachers like to say "Think OUTSIDE THE BOX" What box?? Have I gone blind? Did my originality get forgotten, all alone and left behind NO It's not a bad thing not to see The 'box' is something used to control both you and me
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May 2, 2014
May 2, 2014 at 10:05 PM UTC
box
the pain behind your eyes is deep but not so deep that it can't be healed if only you'd let me in it's obvious you think no one could understand but i do more than you will ever know please please let me heal your wounds with words you're going to fall apart soon but you really don't have to
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:06 PM UTC
Untitled
you may forget for a moment a moment but it always always always will come back to haunt you like a tidal wave it comes crashing down the memories filled with disappointment and longing all you want is one more moment just one more is all it would take but life is unforgiving there's no moment for you to take
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Memory
all I ever do any more is fall down down down we're all crumbling inside, always one step forward two steps back one step forward two steps back two steps back the sound of chiseling away the stone that you've used to build your walls the walls that were supposed to protect you these walls you've worked so hard to build to withstand the storm and yet there will always be something strong enough to tear them down just around the corner one step forward two steps back
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:04 PM UTC
Steps
you're a tumour in the pit of my stomach so small and benign at first but you grew and grew until you reached my heart you encompassed me with your poison and wouldn't leave me be so I had to cut you out completely because right now I have to worry about me
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Apr 16, 2014
Apr 16, 2014 at 5:02 PM UTC
Tumour