"Treat others the way you want to be treated."
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I've been trying for a while now.
I'm very nice.
All the time.
I swear I'm friendly with everyone.
No one's paying much attention.
No one's ever paid attention.
Some people think of me as a pushover now.
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So.
I'll still do it.
I'm going to be nice.
I am nice.
But I'll stop treating them better.
Better than I treat myself.
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That quote's missing something.
It should be more like:
"Treat others the way you want to be treated...but treat yourself more often and better, so you don't end up hating yourself. And everyone around you."
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That's it.
Thank you.

I don't know what will happen when I die.
But I do know what will happen if I don't try.
So today, even though I want to cry
From all the stress, the pain, the fear,
The loneliness I feel, the **** that's real
No matter how much I try to deny,
My eyes will stay dry.
I'll try.

Nothing really special has happened
If you want,it's your turn
Turn yourself on
& let all those tragic voices be gone
I try most of it to have fun
If not,
I'd hollow out within me unless I run!

There is a fire within each one of us,
It is greater than the sun,
It is in our bones,
It is within the intricate pattern of our lungs.

If you let us then;
This very fire within us,
Will let us touch,
It will let us feel,
It will let us love,
It will make us heal.

If you let us then;
This very fire within us,
Will give us freedom,
It will make us escape from the boundaries,
Of this earthly kingdom.

Give us a chance,
We can try,
'cause there is a fire within each one of us,
That you cannot deny.

i don't want to let you down
i think i try but it's in my head
you don't have to forgive me
but you do
i'm sorry i let you down
i want to help, really it's true
but don't cut me slack
because it's undeserved
and you shall want it back
when you see me

I'm not one to judge.
Hard to hold a grudge.
I promise,  anything you want to say
Will be safe with me.
I know it's hard to trust.
They left you in the dust.
But don't let that stop you
From trying one more time.

"why are we always trying so hard?" my eyes shift towards my mother, and i say "when we are going to die anyways."  
"beti," says my mother as she walks up to me and sits next to me holding me in her arms, she continues "it's because most of the time we're striving so hard isn't for ourselves, it's for the people we love."