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Id love to impress you all, with every word I said, but something in me makes my writing so easy to shrug off your shoulders. Myabe thats just my curse.I always have so much to say, yet the right words are never on my side.Slit my tongue.remove my voice box.but most of all, I beg of all you to forget me and every single lousy word Ive said.its that simple.But I warn you, you dont know what you'll be missing.
I know what I'll be missing..
This pathetic little life I always whine and mope about...it's all I have.The life I'll lead, 2 short weeks from now, seems so far and foreign.I dont want to get lost out there, but I have this awful feeling, in the pit of my stomach...its just how my path will lead me.
Im going to miss nights like tonight.
Cold coffee mixed with luke warm conversations.Fake smiles revealed by red, depressed eyes
Thoes lights that turn on at 8:17pm every evening and running into familiar faces that you secretly wished you never see again;[Old boyfriends with new loves to occupy their time; former enimies turned convient friends and that lost soul who flies around calling himself a social butter fly]
This is the world Ive worked my whole life to build, and now I feel like the child with the sand castle that they worked on all day, and right when the last tower is being molded to perfection the bully comes and steps on it...each grain of sand lost in that endless beach..it will never be the same, no matter how long you work at it..nothing ever falls in the same way twice...
Im going to embrace this.
I know what I'll be missing..
This pathetic little life I always whine and mope about...it's all I have.The life I'll lead, 2 short weeks from now, seems so far and foreign.I dont want to get lost out there, but I have this awful feeling, in the pit of my stomach...its just how my path will lead me.
Im going to miss nights like tonight.
Cold coffee mixed with luke warm conversations.Fake smiles revealed by red, depressed eyes
Thoes lights that turn on at 8:17pm every evening and running into familiar faces that you secretly wished you never see again;[Old boyfriends with new loves to occupy their time; former enimies turned convient friends and that lost soul who flies around calling himself a social butter fly]
This is the world Ive worked my whole life to build, and now I feel like the child with the sand castle that they worked on all day, and right when the last tower is being molded to perfection the bully comes and steps on it...each grain of sand lost in that endless beach..it will never be the same, no matter how long you work at it..nothing ever falls in the same way twice...
Im going to embrace this.