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I can't help but look around, maybe not knowing what I'm actually looking for, but finding that in every crack, in every crevasse, there is someone who I hope and pray realizes what they are getting themselves into.
"These are the best years they say" -- but so many people are crying. "This is your time to shine." -- But so many lights are dying.
I don't think I'm being judgmental. I know that I only want the best for those who I care about. I reach, I try, I laugh I sigh, but in the end, I'm alone.
With the exception of one amazing young woman, I slowly see all my friends drifting off into the unknown, and I sit and think to myself. When will they realize that those things are shallow, when will they see that they had everything before them and turned their back.
What is the rush to touch the sky, when all that you need is before you eye?
*prayer for all those who need it, and for those who don't, Lord knows I do at times*
"These are the best years they say" -- but so many people are crying. "This is your time to shine." -- But so many lights are dying.
I don't think I'm being judgmental. I know that I only want the best for those who I care about. I reach, I try, I laugh I sigh, but in the end, I'm alone.
With the exception of one amazing young woman, I slowly see all my friends drifting off into the unknown, and I sit and think to myself. When will they realize that those things are shallow, when will they see that they had everything before them and turned their back.
What is the rush to touch the sky, when all that you need is before you eye?
*prayer for all those who need it, and for those who don't, Lord knows I do at times*