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'Everything begins and ends here. Folly, error, sin,
avarice
Occupy our minds and labor our bodies, and we feed our pleasant
remorse
Life revolves around those we love, the things we love and love
itself between us and somone else. Love is life. Hate between people should be a
rarity, it just isn't human to hate. Though suit yourself, I'm sure you're big
enough to choose to take the higher road. Neutral is this constant stage I'm
usually stuck in. Life is straight forward and contented and it's usual to say
I'm different, but so is everyone else. I am the same as everyone else. No, I'm
not that type of gorgeous and petite girl you may admire. I eat, I breathe, I
sleep and I hope. I polaritise and I dispise. But, I am also happy.
'
151
it's almost autumn, and that means thankfully it will be colder soon
i'm so excited as i can feel it creeping up everyday
it make my mood excel and my thoughts race, so much happens in winter
it always the best season
i'm so excited as i can feel it creeping up everyday
it make my mood excel and my thoughts race, so much happens in winter
it always the best season
8.2.11
149
As she stares in the mirror through hazy grey eyes
The only thing she see’s
Are the imperfections of perceptions of the world starring back at her
“Can I be beautiful?”
Like a gloss coated picture or a digital screen
The portrayal of a perfection
As she dies that little more inside
Cries those tears that she tries to hide
“Why can’t I be beautiful?”
As she stares through hazy grey eyes
The perception of the world
It’s sinking deep in her mind
With these feelings and shadowed thoughts
Her world slows down for a minute or maybe more
Her vision lags, her skin crawls
What does this life have in store for her?
Like a gloss coated picture or a digital screen
The portrayal of a perfection
As she dies that little more inside
Cries those tears that she tries to hide
“With the thought, why can’t I be beautiful?”
“Why can’t I?”
Bring me the pseudo mirror and watch me shine
Open up my wings and soar through the skies
Dancing in sweet spring of hope and through the clouds
Repairing broken bridges of thoughts I might once have had
“Open up my wings, I wish that I had”
“Why can’t I be beautiful?”
As she stares through hazy grey eyes
The perception of the world
Is sinking deep, deep in her mind....."
The only thing she see’s
Are the imperfections of perceptions of the world starring back at her
“Can I be beautiful?”
Like a gloss coated picture or a digital screen
The portrayal of a perfection
As she dies that little more inside
Cries those tears that she tries to hide
“Why can’t I be beautiful?”
As she stares through hazy grey eyes
The perception of the world
It’s sinking deep in her mind
With these feelings and shadowed thoughts
Her world slows down for a minute or maybe more
Her vision lags, her skin crawls
What does this life have in store for her?
Like a gloss coated picture or a digital screen
The portrayal of a perfection
As she dies that little more inside
Cries those tears that she tries to hide
“With the thought, why can’t I be beautiful?”
“Why can’t I?”
Bring me the pseudo mirror and watch me shine
Open up my wings and soar through the skies
Dancing in sweet spring of hope and through the clouds
Repairing broken bridges of thoughts I might once have had
“Open up my wings, I wish that I had”
“Why can’t I be beautiful?”
As she stares through hazy grey eyes
The perception of the world
Is sinking deep, deep in her mind....."
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