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 Jun 2014 elizabeth capital
Gary
My thoughts in this fierce world are to brutal in truth for the Lions den to handle.
Your facade gives you weakened followers who know no better.
When the thinker speaks and followers listen, then this is when the truth becomes feared.
The truth begs and makes you not only see, but face the reality, the reality which you fear so deeply, the reality that you can not see by your own.
This is a brain washed society,  with few hopes nowadays.
Don't be a follower,  don't feed this negative energy being used to shut out hope for a better you.
We need encouragements for our selves, our lives, our strengths.
To believe in our soul and speak only with our heart shows the greatest of all beings, a true being.
We need not the "fear to think" we need to display our thoughts and need to fear the resentment towards a free thinking society before it is too late.  Please help show others there is hope and it is never too late.
 Jun 2014 elizabeth capital
Gary
The truth may hurt
Only if we listen
Will we be free
"why would you spend your time writing about the things you are trying to forget"*

which is what im trying to figure out;
if im actually trying,
or just going through the
motions of "trying."

every thought of you consumes me
and the smell that lingers on your body still hangs around between the sheets where you laid,
unwelcomed.
all i can think about is your ******* fingertips and how you touched my cheek before you left,
telling me it was okay,
when in reality, it never was,
nor will it ever be.

oh but how i loved your sweet lies of
"one day..."
"one day it will be better"*
though it seemed as if better
went on a vacation and
never planned on returning home.
you
mean
something
to me,
something
very very
special
I just wanted to say..
That which I cannot convey..
Three little words..
Often spoken but, unheard..
Bittersweet symphony,
Is the sound of my heartbeat..
Time and space, inconsequential..
Every moment with you,
Is treasured and special..
Life- meaningless, dull and void
when you are not around..
Fear of death, non existent
When love in my heart is abound..
So many words..
So many little words..
To entice you, romance you,
Beseech you..
All the phrases I wrote upon
the memories I hold- of you..
All the notes I took of all the
Moments I loved- were true..
Every line in every book,
Every word of every hook..
Were of you~
I drink to feel better,
I drink to feel fine.
I drink because I miss you,
Is there anymore wine ?
Isn't it funny we dealt with it the same way.
We ran to woods at the end of the day.
I was the one who talked to you the whole while
And I was the one, who helped you reclaim your smile.
Yet when I when I ran off, there was a cruel twist of fate
Because off to go find me, went the girl that you hate.

And I hate her for it.
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