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| All the people who I have admired through out history have had the courage to be vulnerable. To feel life deeply to say things, the courage to say the unfashionable. They were groups of people who once said the earth wasn’t flat, it is round
It shouldn’t take bravery to live life openly despite illness, although our developed world, with its deep fear and denial of mortality often demands it. its just about a way of being and living more openly and more authentically. And speaking your truth and that’s my choice. I don’t want to become a spokesperson for it. Secrets are destructive I decided that I need to go where silence is the loudest inside of me to speak about what I fear most. | | |
| The decisions I've made in life are hardly ever for me. I have a tendency of satisfying my love ones' happiness before mine. Not this time; a decision of giving up and start over has by far made me the happiest. Yes, I am left with wonderful memories of the past and in addition, I've taken them to the present. Without the past I don't think I am capable of perusing a positive future. I thank all of you who've marked a tremendous part of my life
Up until now, I thought my heart was lost: I recently met a man, whose intellectual infatuated my mind and heart. He taught me persistence pays off in the end for the ones who are willing. He opened my heart to a level I thought no man could. He educated me of love by demonstrating it, for every time he saw me. Love is not always about feeling the sensation of helplessness for someone, or that you would festinate their every requirements. The foundations of love that I’ve learned from this person are Trust, Honestly, Commitment, Loyalty and Respect. If without these principles, I don’t think any relationship can ever last. Now that time has given me space to exhale and accept all the facts of the past, I forgave and forgotten. My life couldn’t be clearer than it already is. I thank this man for given me the opportunity to observe life in different perspectives. Meeting him, i have gained something far more valuable than gold. My heart is found again
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| The stars in your eyes are almost blinding
I know I should look away
I’m honestly trying
I act like I’m here
It’s really hard to care
For there’s a thin line between
Your wit and your whining
I’m just a shadow when you’re shining
I look forward to putting it all behind me
Kneel before your ego
It’s funny how some people
Have a way of making the Milky Way look tiny
Somewhere between the drama and the dry-heave
Collapse on command using gravity to guide me
You’re so hip-hop, you’re so punk rock
You’re so so so so cliché
The stars look like eyes
Judging as they gaze upon the long face you wear
When it’s your right to say they’re wrong
You put no one above you
But they can tell you’re troubled
As you pick up your things
And sleep alone when the day is done
You used to get in fights for fun
It’s your way of getting close to someone
When you don’t know how to love
I feel sorry for you
Even though your fans adore you
The more you try to wiggle your way loose
The more you get stuck
You’re so sex, you’re so drugs
You’re so rock and roll, you’re so in the moment
You’re so self-centered, you’re so sad cause
You’re so so so so cliché.
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
I'm never interested
I plot my recovery and sleep in the mold of your milk
You look the same to me
Uncomfortable in your skin
Colorless eyes and no mouth
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
Don't tell me there's nothing wrong
You got the credit for my kill | | |
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Straightjacking Feeling lyrics by All American Rejects
Back me down from backing up
Hold your breath now it's stacking up
Etched with marks, but I can deal
And you're the problem and you can't feel
Try this on, straightjacket feeling
so maybe I won't be alone
Trust you is just one defense
Off a list of others, you don't make sense
Beg me time and time again
to take you back now, but you can't win
Take back now, my life you're stealing
And when that memory slips away
There'll be a better view from here
And only lonesome you remains
and just the thought of you I fear
grip falls away
Yesterday was hell
Today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all I ever thought you'd be
That face is tearing holes in me,
but today I'm fine without you
Runaway this time without you
And all the things you put me through
I'm holding on by letting go of you
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| I am not a pretty girl that is not what I do. I am not a damsel in distress and I don't need to be rescued, so put me down punk wouldn't you prefer a maiden fair? isn't there a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere? I am not an angry girl but it seems like I've got everyone fooled. every time I say something they find hard to hear they credit it to my anger and never to their own fear and imagine you're a girl just trying to finally come clean knowing full well they'd prefer you were dirty and smiling. I am sorry but I am not a maiden fair and I am not a kitten stuck up a tree somewhere and generally, my generation wouldn't be caught dead working for the man and generally I agree with them. trouble is you gotta have yourself an alternate plan and I have earned my disillusionment I have been working all of my life and I am a patriot I have been fighting the good fight and what if there are no damsels in distress? what if I knew that and I called your bluff? don't you think every kitten figures out how to get down? whether or not you ever show up. I am not a pretty girl. I don't really want to be a pretty girl. no, I want to be more than a pretty girl.
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