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walking on eggshells in that lonesome house your mood was capricious I was scared of you and your anger one moment you were fine and agreeable then if I said the wrong thing you would fly into a fit of rage I never knew what was the right thing or wrong thing to say anything could set you off and I was your victim it was always me you hated for some reason no longer do I live with you and your capricious mood
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May 17, 2025
May 17, 2025 at 3:47 PM UTC
capricious
I'm counting down the days just get through this week and I will be free free from this school I will walk across the stage and never look back just get to Friday and all the classes will be over at this wretched school
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May 12, 2025
May 12, 2025 at 7:37 AM UTC
Friday
he said it was the biggest lie but it turns out it was our only truth -em vidar
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Mar 13, 2019
Mar 13, 2019 at 6:56 PM UTC
12pm thoughts
At last we lay silent under the bliss of Joy Your body drifting off into another realm where calm blankets your stillness I watch your chest rise and fall listening to your breath ebb and flow like the gentle rhythmic tide as you retreat and return to the moon sprawled across your bed Without interruption my eyes take in every aspect of you I find my fingers brushing your hair away from your face kissing the crevice between your nose and cheek settling on your warm mouth as your out breath emerges from your lips to mine I watch as you fall further and further away knowing we are separate souls unable to save each other from the dark night but for now we have found a place for our bodies to rest in embracing arms Syncing our heart beats until day breaks where we part again
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Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 2:38 PM UTC
Separate Souls
Dream, like Martin Luther King Jr. once dreamed. Hope, like our ancestors once hoped. Live, not passively as if privileged, but live determined to make these dreams reality, as if your life depends on it, because it does. By God's mercy and grace freely given, march ahead and MOVE FORWARD!
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:30 PM UTC
MARCHING ONWARD (PART 4): DREAM FORWARD
Changes are life-transforming, and they all start with the renewing of the mind. You need change to make change. You need change to bring change. To renew your mind is to change your mind. Change it. By reading different books, listening to different podcasts or music; Feed it with life-sustaining and culture-cultivating material and influences. It matters. All of it.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:27 PM UTC
MARCHING ONWARD (PART 3): CHANGE OF MIND
Change in legacy. Change in living conditions. Change in action and behavior. Change in habits. Change in mentality and in spirituality. Change in income. Change in social class. Change in education. Change in self. Change in others. Change in opportunity. Change in setting up the next generation to surpass the successors of our own. Change in heart, mind, and soul. Change in health and in wealth. Change in attitude and gratitude. Change in generosity and prosperity. Change in how we treat our neighbor. Change in love. Change in life.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:18 PM UTC
MARCHING ONWARD (PART 2): CHANGE
In the midst of uncertainty for tomorrow or even today, there's a confidence and courage found within that forces us to win. - This grind. This grit. This goal-oriented, goal-achieving, gift-cultivating, courageous and confident, bold, brave spirit, comes from a place of hope, and that hope being for change.
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Jan 17, 2019
Jan 17, 2019 at 12:12 PM UTC
MARCHING ONWARD (PART 1)
Like a seed I was sown In a soil deep and dark hopeless and helpless Like a prisoner in a dungeon At the mercy of the guard Keep me or discard me My fate uncertain Till the day of harvest Alone in the midst of fellow inmates Sentenced for life Observing their state A tiny hope filtered into ribs Fed via a tiny hose My only source of strenght I slept in darkness And rose in darkness Counting my pulses Hoping one day to see my kind But like the plumule I had just one target - the exterior Waiting impatiently for the set time Suddenly I heard a sound The prison gate thrown wide open But still I couldn't get out From the other side I heard a deep voice 'At the count of three, push' 'One... two... three' Whoever did the pushing I knew not All I knew was that I was out at last Though in the hands of the commander But that bothered me no bit After all for the first time My innocent eyes saw the light Tears followed a path down my cheek I'm sure they wondered why I wept Tears of joy of course If only they knew my ordeal These uncertain weeks In my quiet heart I whispered Free at last!
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Jun 7, 2017
Jun 7, 2017 at 7:10 PM UTC
Free At Last
Sup? Me...movin on Good times tho Not u me Yer great Btw want my stf back Drop off in a.m. Work in morn Thx
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 10:38 PM UTC
Text Breakup