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Smell of Rage
A friend told me "You need to let go of your pain, or else you'll get sick." I broke down and cried for a few seconds. I regained my composure. He asked me "What's wrong?" I said "People make me weak." I stood up. I don't know if I regret those words or not. I don't know if I truly mean it.
Carried off by sounds II
I feel this change coming. I can sense it. It's already happening. I need to believe its for the better.
It needs to happen. It has to happen. It was meant to happen.
Everything I chose, everything I decided, every step I took, every word I said has led me to this point in time. There is no fork in the road. There is no going back. There is no "what if" in the end.
What is strength?
What is confidence?
I wear my weaknesses as a shield. If something hurts me, I will make sure it doesn't hurt me ever again. I make my weakness my strength. I can't really call it a strength if its a weakness.
I no longer have confidence. I am just oblivious
Carried off by clouds II
I don't know if I can truly say this for sure, but today, I noticed some things lose meaning overtime. They were important. They gave me some sort of lasting comfort. They eased a mind that was in need.
As soon as doubt enters the bloodstream, that's when it's all over.
I second guess myself.
I lie.
I weave.
I spin.
I double-cross.
I know what once was, could never be again, for it is affected by time. Time is supposed to heal all wounds, but it also degrades them.
Heal to forgive.
Degrade and forget.
Lie to protect.
Hurt to the end.
Live to be forgotten.
I apologize to myself over and over. I'm sorry I can't keep some memori
Devoured By Water II
The sounds of the past still make themselves known on certain days. All I can do is acknowledge them for what they are. Anniversaries are somewhat a big deal with me, but I'm working on it. Trauma and muscle memory play a role.
I would always wonder why, certain days I would get a stabbing pain on the side of my head. I would always wonder why I would break out into full panic mode for no reason at all.
It's as if memories are waves, and my body is the earth. Each day in each year I flow to and from. I remind myself of pain, joy, tears, smiles, death, life, and hope. I remind myself that all I can ever do is move forward in every given situ
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sigh... or get your mind off your problems and get out and help others with theirs. you may find your problems aren't so big after all.