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[May. 17th, 2005|04:54 am] |
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| | Well, i saw you yesterday with your hands above your head... | ] |
LANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!! You saved my day again. |
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[May. 11th, 2005|04:06 pm] |
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I love my Lance. |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2004|11:11 pm] |
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| |  can't take it anymore | ] |
Life is Hell
Life is and inescapable abyss,
Life is a dark mean place where nothing is fair,
Life is a whore,
Life is and unbalanced burnt place where nothing comes true and there is no such thing as far far away.
Why can't you just say it?
Why is it so fucking touchy?
Nothing is right here!
Comparing life to a circus is like standing dead in the center of three firey circles, there are no clowns, no puddles, no acrobats or dancers. No festive music. Instead you get phsycologicaly wounded beasts wrestling with rabid animals. Rob Zombie echoing in the background of what you should be doing. Pure Confusion and frustration, nothing fits, nothing is easy. You can't do anything one at a time it's all at once or not at all. Unstopable forces that bulge their way into your little slice of misery. They don't know whats going on. It's done. This is it. This is as far as the road goes. No turn pikes or forks. Just an abrupt stop. No chances for advancing or light at the end of the tunnel. You're just beginning yet the only thing you can do it stop. Stand still and listen to what you hear surrounding you. Dont just listen, no, truly listen to everything. It's so sad isn't it. There is nothing but pain and arguments. Too much regret to even comprehend, fear, responsibility, and one more thing, there is always one more thing. That thorn in your soul. It's like a wound that will never heal. It doesn't matter how long you simmer in recovery. It is impossible. But, then threw all that anguish there is a light at the end of the tunnel. A shoulder to cry on that will make everything all better with one touch. Why is it so confusing? How can I be here now, worrying how tomorrow will turn out and while everyone can go about their lives not caring?? |
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