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What will our last deeds be when we are faced with death... And will we prove to be inherently evil when we have no breath. They say the memory that you leave behind is glorified. And to live every day like its your last ride. I am no better than anyone. And I am no stronger than you. But I understand my place in this world.. Do you? I will not be content with stationary thoughts Or paths the say they end but the world lays beyond. I will not be content with this town, this state, this country. Because I am not content with myself. Be better they will say than you were yesterday. Learn something new everyday. I've learned that life douse give but mostly takes. Its taken my innocence, its taken my purity. Because I was not able to value myself, I was not able to scream for help But I've learned that he himself was harmed, like he had harmed me. So I have forgiven him for what he did, but,not easily. Because I understand what it dose to your mind to be beaten brutally. It is what it is, don't feel bad for me. because like an angel with broken a wing, I again will learn to sing. Be carful and hold fast, because nothing in this life will last.
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Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
Hold On
What will our last deeds be when we are faced with death... And will we prove to be inherently evil when we have no breath. They say the memory that you leave behind is glorified. And to live every day like its your last ride. I am no better than anyone. And I am no stronger than you. But I understand my place in this world.. Do you? I will not be content with stationary thoughts Or paths the say they end but the world lays beyond. I will not be content with this town, this state, this country. Because I am not content with myself. Be better they will say than you were yesterday. Learn something new everyday. I've learned that life douse give but mostly takes. Its taken my innocence, its taken my purity. Because I was not able to value myself, I was not able to scream for help But I've learned that he himself was harmed, like he had harmed me. So I have forgiven him for what he did, but,not easily. Because I understand what it dose to your mind to be beaten brutally. It is what it is, don't feel bad for me. because like an angel with broken a wing, I again will learn to sing. Be carful and hold fast, because nothing in this life will last.
It is, what it is
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AndieMayOstrander
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AndieMayOstrander
Sep 7, 2016
Sep 7, 2016 at 9:13 PM UTC
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