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is not optional.
I wish it was. It's so tiring
  Jan 2015 Ever Punk Goddess
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     ...is a fragile little thing,
     that most tend to overlook.
     Small word with a **** big meaning.
     Some may uphold it; some may
     conveniently have it mistook...

Trust...
     ...is in the grasp of the unknown
     stranger,
     that helps you up when you've fallen
     down.

Trust...
     ...is the pact between you and the cab
     driver,
     as he takes you to where you want to
     be, across town.

Trust...
     ...the bough on which your swing does
     sit.
     Pray that it doesn't break as you enjoy
     its joyous ride.

Trust...
     ...your cook, hoping in your food he
     doesn't spit...
     Especially when you've provided
     feedback that scuffed his pride.

Trust...
     ...lays exposed when the keys to your
     house you surrender,
     to your neighbour who'd keep an eye
     while you're away on a retreat.

Trust...
     ...exists latent in the open palm of your
     caregiver...
     As a child you'd take his hand so he'd
     ferry you safely across the street.

Trust...
     ...is the unspoken oath that I had thought
     we both held sacred...
     When I spilled the contents, my heart
     couldn't bear much longer.

Trust...
     ...meant nothing when you took it all for
     granted,
     when you weakened and succumbed...
     ...and then shared with another...
Cut a rose in full bloom
Till he brings us to our doom
Till the fearless come
And the act is done
With this knife I take
Till we meet our fate
Till the fearless come
And the act is done
Upon time I strike
Chance to live? I might
Till the fearless come
And the act is done
A love like blood
A love like blood
inspired by the sing
Love Like Blood: Dead By April
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.

In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud.
Under the bludgeonings of chance
My head is ******, but unbowed.

Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find me unafraid.

It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
I am the captain of my soul.
This is my favorite poem by William Ernest Henley. I hope you enjoy.
Time consuming
Life consuming
Pain takes over me
Mind consuming
Try ammusing
But funny ill never see
Very depressed
Even more stressed
What will become of life
I cannot go on
Now that your gone
There is no more light
I miss you a lot
I love you more
But i know that in the end
Life goes on
And so must I
Rest In Peace My Friend
My bestffriend shot and killed on new years day :'(
Look up the news story on youtube to know what happened

Look up: 2015 Springfield Homicide
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