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I inspired her
And well
She inspired me, very much so.
It seems as if, when we meet people in person, it maybe different than never meeting a person at all. Of course thats a "stupid" thing to say but think about it.
There's a girl. Her name is Megan. She is incredibly talented with her words, and often times her words get to me. She speaks not only from her mind but from her eyes. Puts things in words that dont even have names. It sounds crazy but, I see what she writes and for the after math i feel what she writes. She feels one way, i feel the other...and we put that feeling together, and when we do, it answers questions that no one else could answer. We believe that we once new each other and are long lost good pals. I think I would love her like one, but there is a catch like most things in life. I've never met or seen her in my years of living.
Back to my first paragraph. The people i know. The people i can touch, the ones in front of me. I know her more than i know them. I know her more than i know myself. And i said never to let my words weaken me but surely the words i've spit out arn't always true, or can easily just be cast away with most conversations. But her, her words or our words together make this one big thing everyones calling "answers".
its funny...we're not fake. we're different, but not in a different way from everybody else.
"yeah its those clumps of land they gathered and called miles, usually i like them because they get me to places i'd rather be at. but when its a bunch of road that you know you wont ever travel, it almost seems like its a waste of gravel. i think you would be a best friend."
(its the only thing)
And well
She inspired me, very much so.
It seems as if, when we meet people in person, it maybe different than never meeting a person at all. Of course thats a "stupid" thing to say but think about it.
There's a girl. Her name is Megan. She is incredibly talented with her words, and often times her words get to me. She speaks not only from her mind but from her eyes. Puts things in words that dont even have names. It sounds crazy but, I see what she writes and for the after math i feel what she writes. She feels one way, i feel the other...and we put that feeling together, and when we do, it answers questions that no one else could answer. We believe that we once new each other and are long lost good pals. I think I would love her like one, but there is a catch like most things in life. I've never met or seen her in my years of living.
Back to my first paragraph. The people i know. The people i can touch, the ones in front of me. I know her more than i know them. I know her more than i know myself. And i said never to let my words weaken me but surely the words i've spit out arn't always true, or can easily just be cast away with most conversations. But her, her words or our words together make this one big thing everyones calling "answers".
its funny...we're not fake. we're different, but not in a different way from everybody else.
"yeah its those clumps of land they gathered and called miles, usually i like them because they get me to places i'd rather be at. but when its a bunch of road that you know you wont ever travel, it almost seems like its a waste of gravel. i think you would be a best friend."
(its the only thing)