Even though I placed myself here,
Wandering why I feel neglect and sorrow.
My feelings are always sincere,
Even with no garuntee tomorrow.
I've come to realize that the hurt is much deeper,
Deeper than I myself can even fathom.
But life moves on and hills get steeper,
You just got to go out and charge ‘em.
Hurt doesn't always stick around,
It likes to choose its victims wisely.
Once you let your negativity become unbound,
You stop treading through life blindly.
Take joy in those little moments that **** a tear,
That means you're alive !
Just go with the flow my pretty little dear,
Don't let them break your strive!
Apr 29, 2016
Apr 29, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
Even though I placed myself here,
Wandering why I feel neglect and sorrow.
My feelings are always sincere,
Even with no garuntee tomorrow.
I've come to realize that the hurt is much deeper,
Deeper than I myself can even fathom.
But life moves on and hills get steeper,
You just got to go out and charge ‘em.
Hurt doesn't always stick around,
It likes to choose its victims wisely.
Once you let your negativity become unbound,
You stop treading through life blindly.
Take joy in those little moments that **** a tear,
That means you're alive !
Just go with the flow my pretty little dear,
Don't let them break your strive!
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