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life can be a ***** in can bleed you dry
turn you inside out and make you want to die
tangle your emotions twist them inside out
twist around your feelings put your mind in doubt
make you give up hope till all your hope as gone
takeaway your will and strength to carry on
it goes round and round in  circle of despair
life can be a ***** yet its always there
soon we say goodbye to the year from before
shortly it will go it will go not there anymore
a new one will begin the we must start a new
while you take a guess whats in store for you
so take it  nice and easy take it nice and slow
at the stroke of midnight the old year it will go
 Dec 2013 Hailey
Infamous one
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 Dec 2013 Hailey
Infamous one
Starting over is hard but needs to be done im not big on resolutions but new years is around the corner. Ive been goo this year things can and will get better.
Work keeps me going I keep rush to I can get ahead making up for lost time. Im giving my all for ppl who dont appreciate my effort. It feels like a relationship but I get paid.
Not sure how to handle things some ppls attitude and behaviors are beyond me. I could only listen and image. Everyone has their own stories and experiences only they truely understand the best thing I can do is relate or try to understand
when we die and in a hole
who will really get your soul
is it the devil down below
or heaven above where good souls go
we dont know we just cant tell
which of these do we dwell
we dont know until we die
or which way our soul will fly
Nobody can understand me
can understand my malady
nor is there a foolproof therapy
a curing remedy!

You talk about helping me
try to be friendly
it seems so silly
I'm an alien to my own family!

Can lift my surround mist
no psychiatrist
they really don't get
what's wrong and medicate!

Where I stand
won't reach your helping hand

I don't understand myself.

How can you be of any help?
her question, she is suffering from depression, factual.
 Dec 2013 Hailey
rained-on parade
If spring draws the earth
in golden streaks of life,
I long to hear
the songs of the bluejay.

I long to hear anything.

For all I hear when you open
your mouth
is a chime of chide
and the rustle of grit:

the grinding of your
restless heart
so full of
hate.
children of the lord were supposed to be
living in a world so peaceful and so free
put here on this earth so we can survive
and multiply in thousands to keep the world alive
filling hearts with love a love that we must share
if we need each other we are always there
a family all together and we can all unite
children of the lord can make the future bright.
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