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Daniel Duran Apr 2013
Broken,
I am consumed by the words in my head. With no canvas, no clean sheet to paint these expressions of emotions, that I carry so heavily in my heart.
The things I carry are worse than any man can handle, an average man would bend and break in half under this weight. Not me because I have lived these burdens and this weight is mine.
Like Atlas with the world on his back I have felt the burdens of my own heart, and these expectations of my family to be perfect. Although my friends look at me and know my failures but they can't lift this weight from my back.
Now I flex my muscles and I show my strength, in front of all these people who can never measure it or understand it. For my strength lies in a strong heart and soul. Where no one can measure the strength of my heart. My strength looks infinite but it is just the opposite.  it's the most fragile part of my life. Because with one goodbye, my world comes crashing down and the weight of these burdens are too much to bear. my heart and soul are crushed and I lay there under all my regrets. Until I can get back to my feet. And when that day comes, again, I will begin preparing myself to be broken."
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Daniel Duran Apr 2013
It is a bitter sweet pain that a person feels when they have a love burning with such passion that is slowly dying in the shallow depths of hell. Because only when a person gives a piece of their heart and soul will they feel this pain. The pain of knowing that the person who you love so much doesn't love you any longer, but the sweetness that you will always feel when you hear their name or see their picture. It gives you a rush of love knowing that they have an impact on your heart that will always be in your heart. For if you loved them like so then they will always keep a piece of your heart. But the pieces that remain, will someday be given to another, in hopes that they don't bring you the same fate.
I don't know if this piece makes sense. It sounded good in my head.
Daniel Duran Apr 2013
Progress:
The culmination of efforts over time.
It is never a linear thing.
It is never out of reach.
We all face struggles that devour us like a sandstorm consumes a village.
And then there are days where the beauty of life surrounds us and we are undoubtably thankful and blessed.
Threw these trials and tribulations,
These conquering moments and tremendous defeats. We must always remember to focus on the beauty of the life around us.
Keep your eyes on the goals you set before yourself and never close your eyes on these goals.
For the moment you lose faith and look away is the moment that success is closer then you think.
That is when you make the most.
PROGRESS.
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Thank you.
Daniel Duran Aug 2014
Rene, how have you made me love you so!? This question has an answer I may never know... Although our love has just started to grow, this one is it! My heart tells me so! I ask my heart "why? How can you know?" He said "it's not me! The Lord told me so!" Just then the lord said, "I will send you a blessing to nature and grow, your love will survive, I promise you so! All you must do is love and be true, this angel is the one I've chosen for you. Now go on and love for this is your path, I will protect you! Just do what I ask." So here I stand, this ring in my hand. To ask you Rene, do you feel it too?

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