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The End.It's no longer love but he still hurts me.The End.
Through everything, the newfound absence of everything I wished it could be.
We cradle each other with white lies.
There's no more need for big lies as he no longer loves me.
I would refuse, but I don't want to be difficult.
I can hold so much when everything is so light.
And this way, we keep denying that we make mistakes.
And this way, it'll never pass.
by ~ohmyxmurder
We've No Recourse At AllSometimes finality in a situation becomes more unbearable than the outcome itself; either good or bad. Perhaps because that thing is no longer an open door to venture in and out of, it loses it's dream-like subjectivity. You can't reconfigure the last scene any longer because it's ended, and it was what it was. In life we want so badly for the results, to readily own the things that we feel we are entitled to, that we are blind to the fact that the experience was what had mattered most. What creates a person is not their accomplishments or lack there of, it is what led them there that truly show their inWe've No Recourse At All
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GoodandevilI rooted myself between the desert and the orchard. I could neither claim hell nor paradise. I found myself instead, lingering within the grays, flooding myself with mixed extremes.. realizing that I was a creature of good and evil, with holy eyes and a serpent mouth. and as I've recently summed up. In this life I have eaten without being hungry, slept without being tired, drunken without being thirsty, loved without mutual return. And I did it because I could.Goodandevil
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Dying to liveIn the end, will the measure of what I am, be the things I have created and left?Dying to live
Will the things I could not take with me be worth more than I am?
As I replenish the earth that gave me creation, will it be my name that meant more? The physicality of what I am feels so light when I burn it’s frailty into memory.
I am a passing thing, a momentary object in this obscure time frame we’ve mapped out and charted.
I am here, parched for answers, mind burning for the knowledge that cannot be given; surviving for the simple act itself; living because my body demands it.
I resist death knowing that If
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I know we haven't really gotten along this past year
But we have a lot more in common than we realize, than we'd like to admit
So i'm sorry, and I'd like to get to know you without the ex-factor and without the past getting in the way.
You'll write again. I've been in the position where it seems like everything you put down isn't even worth writing in the first place, but try writing regardless. Write about nothing, about everything, about a snowflake or a day at school, and one day the words you want won't be that far out of your reach, and you'll find your niche again.
I've found the best way to get over a blocked head is to fail and fail until all the meaningless mumbo jumbo is out of your head and the real stuff starts flowing out again.
What do you think of it?
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I Was Cool But Some Where Down The Line I Lost And Had To Raise My Hand They Forced It.
that's this dude.
But yeah no problem, keep it comingg friend.
Yeah, No I don't think so.
I just think you added me on myspace, and I saw the link to your page there. And I enjoyed your writing quiet a bit.
Your photo's as well, even though I don't really have an eye for that kind of thing.
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