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Where I am is somewhere sacred Where I am is somewhere familiar Where I am is a place hidden behind so many recognizable traps and unmistakable signs It's a place so predictable A feeling so sour So rotten So old And I know I'll remember it forever because I'll always feel the pull Words are spoken that are meant to change the course. Acts reenacted over sentiments enforced If love were all to life then life is mine no more If wisdom came with age There'd be nothing left to ***** Offered is a body, emptied of everything it felt, Playing one final game with the meager cards it has been dealt. A pattern is forming wherein nothing lasts a hole is growing and consuming all within its path Whatever I was before I feel slowly molded anew Whatever I once hoped for my dreams now are few spinning around one desire one shining, brief embrace - that lead me to believe in something that can never be replaced. All I am is hate. All I give is pain. My heart is used to grieving over nothing ventured or gained whatever words i speak whatever emotions flood my soul it's nothingness that fills the ears and mystifies the goal you won't understand whoever you are these words aren't for you or anyone at all these words are simply full of an empty, futile wish i want to know there's meaning i want to know there's life beyond all the pointlessness beyond the sharpest knife so say what you will say nothing at all say you saw it coming say you know it all say you never loved me say you never will so that i can let go and find peace in growing still there was love, at once true and false there was happiness that belied any loss The part of me that hopes The part of me that dies The part disgusted by my treachery and pathetic, selfish lies The part of me that's hurt The part of me that grows Won't be satisfied by words alone Nor his impassioned throes It's a choice I alone must make to sever bitter bonds that hold me to a life so ignorant, and memories long gone. The change I could make today So simple, so I've heard, requires only mindfulness and breaking from the herd To become a ripple in the pond a leaf upon the fruited tree so that when last breath I draw the farthest thought will be of "me".
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
Where I Am
Where I am is somewhere sacred Where I am is somewhere familiar Where I am is a place hidden behind so many recognizable traps and unmistakable signs It's a place so predictable A feeling so sour So rotten So old And I know I'll remember it forever because I'll always feel the pull Words are spoken that are meant to change the course. Acts reenacted over sentiments enforced If love were all to life then life is mine no more If wisdom came with age There'd be nothing left to ***** Offered is a body, emptied of everything it felt, Playing one final game with the meager cards it has been dealt. A pattern is forming wherein nothing lasts a hole is growing and consuming all within its path Whatever I was before I feel slowly molded anew Whatever I once hoped for my dreams now are few spinning around one desire one shining, brief embrace - that lead me to believe in something that can never be replaced. All I am is hate. All I give is pain. My heart is used to grieving over nothing ventured or gained whatever words i speak whatever emotions flood my soul it's nothingness that fills the ears and mystifies the goal you won't understand whoever you are these words aren't for you or anyone at all these words are simply full of an empty, futile wish i want to know there's meaning i want to know there's life beyond all the pointlessness beyond the sharpest knife so say what you will say nothing at all say you saw it coming say you know it all say you never loved me say you never will so that i can let go and find peace in growing still there was love, at once true and false there was happiness that belied any loss The part of me that hopes The part of me that dies The part disgusted by my treachery and pathetic, selfish lies The part of me that's hurt The part of me that grows Won't be satisfied by words alone Nor his impassioned throes It's a choice I alone must make to sever bitter bonds that hold me to a life so ignorant, and memories long gone. The change I could make today So simple, so I've heard, requires only mindfulness and breaking from the herd To become a ripple in the pond a leaf upon the fruited tree so that when last breath I draw the farthest thought will be of "me".
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beth-c-callaway
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Nov 3, 2012
Nov 3, 2012 at 12:52 PM UTC
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