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**Experience is a funny thing, Most times in a way that doesn't Make you laugh.** I've put on my mask before, Many times over the years. You can't help but be upset, So let me see the tears. If your words say you're fine, Then why don't your eyes say the same? Don't lie to me, I invented that look But you're not the one to blame. Don't tell yourself you're ok When you know that's not the truth. You think you're fooling everyone when All you fool is you. It's not "being strong" that makes it better, Whatever that even means. It's by accepting you're upset and hurt; That you're just a human being. You want love? You are loved. An open heart? Into mine you can pour. I'd rather see my heart get destroyed than You hopelessly giving up yours. Feel your feelings, Let those demons out. 'Cause when they're locked up They too scream and shout. You're beautiful when you cry, As with everything you do. When beads of tears roll down your face I see the beautiful in you.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
A Letter To A Friend
**Experience is a funny thing, Most times in a way that doesn't Make you laugh.** I've put on my mask before, Many times over the years. You can't help but be upset, So let me see the tears. If your words say you're fine, Then why don't your eyes say the same? Don't lie to me, I invented that look But you're not the one to blame. Don't tell yourself you're ok When you know that's not the truth. You think you're fooling everyone when All you fool is you. It's not "being strong" that makes it better, Whatever that even means. It's by accepting you're upset and hurt; That you're just a human being. You want love? You are loved. An open heart? Into mine you can pour. I'd rather see my heart get destroyed than You hopelessly giving up yours. Feel your feelings, Let those demons out. 'Cause when they're locked up They too scream and shout. You're beautiful when you cry, As with everything you do. When beads of tears roll down your face I see the beautiful in you.
Feeling nothing is worse than being dead. Feel something, and be happy knowing that whatever happened, it didn't **** you.
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Jan 14, 2015
Jan 14, 2015 at 11:53 PM UTC
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