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Life is an opportunity, benefit from it.
Life is beauty, admire it.
Life is a dream, realize it.
Life is a challenge, meet it.
Life is a duty, complete it.
Life is a game, play it.
Life is a promise, fulfill it.
Life is sorrow, overcome it.
Life is a song, sing it.
Life is a struggle, accept it.
Life is a tragedy, confront it.
Life is an adventure, dare it.
Life is luck, make it.
Life is too precious, do not destroy it.
Life is life, fight for it.
*Its your life*
Time ticks by slower and slower,
I feel as though I'm going crazy.
I'm sure there's something I could do,
But I find I'm much too lazy.
My brain is slowly devoured,
By my nagging boredom.
There must be something I can do,
To fix my sad misfortune.
I should be sadder
Bawling great big tears
To drown my cheeks
But I'm just sitting here
Am I a robot
I feel blunt
Muted
Lethargic
What's wrong with me
Blurry picture memories
Of long forgotten days
Trying to make out whats portrayed
Those short few years
Like centuries
Left with cloudy souvenirs
Wondering when you truly left
And patched me up
With foggy photographs
To fill this hole inside my chest
I don't know.
What to do.
I don't know.
Just who are you?

You walked right in.
Without even a word.
Steps so light.
As if you were a bird.

But you came in to quick.
And left open the door.
And trampled me.
Till I was one with the floor.

I don't know what to do.
All these people in my house.
I'm so small.
I look like a mouse.

They walked all over me.
So I shoved them out.
I locked the door tight.
I didn't just pout.

Then I boarded the windows.
No one would get in.
I was so unsure.
I could not grin.

So I hid all my fear.
And my sorrow and pain.
Behind a fake smile.
A fake feeling name.

Now I'm a doll.
The outside so fake.
A smile plastered on.
Covering the heartache.
When you are full of yourself, then you are nothing, empty yourself and absorb the nothingness, you will be eternal
 Nov 2014 once privileged
susan
guilt is overrated
so too is an overactive conscience

to be burdened emotionally
with another's cruelty
is ludricous

independence of a warped mind
is attainable
necessary
for spiritual freedom
working on achieving exactly this
Seven times wrong, seven times right
I wonder when i'll sleep tonight
The cold dead air washes the trees
Whispering over, caressing the seas
Making me wish I had clearer purpose
Instead of wondering if all this is worth it

"I love you," she says in a slumber
What if i told her i don't believe her?
All you do is be there, you never worry
And when I am crying, you never hold me
When I come to you, you are only there
There only enough for my tired eyes to stare

You let me breathe solemnly, comfortably so
But would you hold me and never let me go?
You let me walk on you, wherever I need
But would you bandage me if i were to bleed?
You give me food, every single type
But would you fall asleep with me, every single night?
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