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I'm okay, I'm alright. I'm okay, I'm alright.
I haven't been able to sit down and write out my thoughts in such a long time, and it's eating away at me. Breakups make my heart break, even when it's not me. Sometimes, I feel like I can feed off some of the pains of people around me, and in a sense, make it a little bit easier for them to carry..
1.He's not happy, and it's apparent. I saw her standing there with her hands on her hips as if she'd carried him there the entire way through, only to throw him down on his back in the end. And he hardly smiles at all like he used to, but I can't say anything about that because it doesn't matter.
I'm merely a bystander, and have no evidence for my claims.
2.She's a fake, and he's falling for her every word. Every day, I stand in a corner and watch him fumble over her, as she walks all over him. The various masks that she paints upon her face could easily outnumber the faces that exist in this state, but he is so blind and he is so oblivious. He only sees the beauty she carries, regardless of how false it is in actuality.
3.This girl, this young lady, I've never come across someone so troubled before.. Hardly making sense, she hides behind a string of empty words that hold no meaning, save for their comedic remedy. But maybe that's what she needs. Selling herself short for everyone else, never believing in herself, not even an ounce.
And you...
Maybe you were right along, and what if I've been so foolishly wrong? What if.. what if, there is nothing, and all is really meaningless? What if all my thoughts and perceptions about existence itself are futile? What would happen if I could only fall asleep...
I haven't been able to sit down and write out my thoughts in such a long time, and it's eating away at me. Breakups make my heart break, even when it's not me. Sometimes, I feel like I can feed off some of the pains of people around me, and in a sense, make it a little bit easier for them to carry..
1.He's not happy, and it's apparent. I saw her standing there with her hands on her hips as if she'd carried him there the entire way through, only to throw him down on his back in the end. And he hardly smiles at all like he used to, but I can't say anything about that because it doesn't matter.
I'm merely a bystander, and have no evidence for my claims.
2.She's a fake, and he's falling for her every word. Every day, I stand in a corner and watch him fumble over her, as she walks all over him. The various masks that she paints upon her face could easily outnumber the faces that exist in this state, but he is so blind and he is so oblivious. He only sees the beauty she carries, regardless of how false it is in actuality.
3.This girl, this young lady, I've never come across someone so troubled before.. Hardly making sense, she hides behind a string of empty words that hold no meaning, save for their comedic remedy. But maybe that's what she needs. Selling herself short for everyone else, never believing in herself, not even an ounce.
And you...
Maybe you were right along, and what if I've been so foolishly wrong? What if.. what if, there is nothing, and all is really meaningless? What if all my thoughts and perceptions about existence itself are futile? What would happen if I could only fall asleep...