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"I find it much easier to tell you what i am thinking, when you are asleep"

We all keep secrets,

We all have a past.

We all have a story to tell,

wether or not our story is intresting, depends on us.

I plan to make my story as interesting as i can.







Monday, March 8, 2010

Through the trees i saw Mystic

When everything youve ever held close is gone in just a few moments , it leaves you with this feeling of emptiness. everything youve ever dreamed, ever hoped, ever laid in bed and thought about. gone. just gone. So suddenly it brings tears to your eyes. And knowing that people get the joy of having the one thing youve lost, while you have to sit back and watch everything unfold. You have no control. Helplessness complete and total helplessness. Knowing that if your were stronger you could somehow change the way things have ended up. re-trace steps and fix something. Although unpossible we still hope and dream of the days when things were better. Days when we werent so alone and lost. When we thought we had everyting. And life seemed simple. un-complicated, when really everything was. We just looked past it because we knew that what we had was soo much better. And now the memories we made hold us together as the rest of us falls to peices. And as they hit the ground and shatter, unable to be put back together. We look down in despair at all we had. Yet a sudden feeling of hope builds inside us, hope that eventually we will feel better about our failures. What we lost. hoping to regain hapiness for what it once used to be. And although we know it ownt be the same happiness we once experienced before, at least it wil hold us over.

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