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After all this time, I didn't think, It was possible to move on, And in some ways it never was, But somehow, The weight has been lifted, And I can breathe again, Without despising the air in my lungs, Without fearing words it precedes, Without losing sight of hope. I am free again, To live without a pressure on my head, To see a rope and not think neck, To think neck and not feel it break. And for this I know I have one thing to thank, Without it my fingers would be pale and buried, Not dancing across the keyboard in front of me, Without it I would not be hearing the music, Blasting through my headphones, Without it I would have forgotten happiness completely. The internet saved my life, But more important are the people I met, Through writing and pressing 'send', The people who I will never forget, I will remember to the end, The people who no matter what, I trust with my heart, The people who shared every shot, As I bled out my veins for art. Thank you. You are the parts of me I will never lose.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
The Parts of Me [6]
After all this time, I didn't think, It was possible to move on, And in some ways it never was, But somehow, The weight has been lifted, And I can breathe again, Without despising the air in my lungs, Without fearing words it precedes, Without losing sight of hope. I am free again, To live without a pressure on my head, To see a rope and not think neck, To think neck and not feel it break. And for this I know I have one thing to thank, Without it my fingers would be pale and buried, Not dancing across the keyboard in front of me, Without it I would not be hearing the music, Blasting through my headphones, Without it I would have forgotten happiness completely. The internet saved my life, But more important are the people I met, Through writing and pressing 'send', The people who I will never forget, I will remember to the end, The people who no matter what, I trust with my heart, The people who shared every shot, As I bled out my veins for art. Thank you. You are the parts of me I will never lose.
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:39 AM UTC
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