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It makes me look weak,                                     My tears leaks…                       My eyes are sore                   My heart is a bore             and My body repeats a painful encore.                                 I dust away the sad memories,                                         but it comes along like it’s my adversaries.                   I hate sadness It shakes my reality, a piercing faithfulness                 towards my soulful unhappiness. I don’t need help,     but in truth I am lying to myself. You’ll never know, what comes and goes     yet I am stuck between my toes. I hunger for that light     but all that comes is my arresting night. Perhaps I am doom with my own gloominess. Starvation and Weariness                   is a consolation of my messiness ~ a choice with laziness,          to ponder and wonder                     to the world’s unending sadness. © Pax  September, 2013
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
~ I hate sadness
It makes me look weak,                                     My tears leaks…                       My eyes are sore                   My heart is a bore             and My body repeats a painful encore.                                 I dust away the sad memories,                                         but it comes along like it’s my adversaries.                   I hate sadness It shakes my reality, a piercing faithfulness                 towards my soulful unhappiness. I don’t need help,     but in truth I am lying to myself. You’ll never know, what comes and goes     yet I am stuck between my toes. I hunger for that light     but all that comes is my arresting night. Perhaps I am doom with my own gloominess. Starvation and Weariness                   is a consolation of my messiness ~ a choice with laziness,          to ponder and wonder                     to the world’s unending sadness. © Pax  September, 2013
~ I am musing with the world's sadness, a reflections of my own as well... i always say this: emotions are very complex and as deep as the vast ocean. A fragment of my soul... so i am thankful to all who have read me and my journey...
pax
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Nov 2, 2016
Nov 2, 2016 at 8:04 AM UTC
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